A grillin' fool...

Although Didgeridoo Boy did drive me a little bananas over the weekend thanks to his new favorite energy drink, I did manage to indulge in a favorite activity: Grilling. I *love* to grill, and would do so every night if the weather would simply cooperate. Saturday afternoon, Didge and I went to the grocery store for a weekends' worth of grillables (which is when he tried to step on my flipflop), and Saturday evening I happily set up to play with fire.

Jackass Neighbors decided they'd be grilling, too, and right at the same time. The proximity of our decks did make that a bit awkward, but whatever. To be honest, I kind of like the show-offish comedic quality of being the cute little chick with her cute little grill (it's a Weber Smokey Joe) in the land of ginormous fire breathing monster grills, plus everything on our deck is set up so I wouldn't actually have to turn to face them. The whole family was out there for a bit, but then mother and child went in, leaving Pater Jackass all on his own. Evidently lonely, he soon followed them inside.

Just one problem with that: He'd lit the grill. Flames were UP, and HIGH. He had a FIRE. I kept an eye on that grill and my own, and wondered just how much lighter fluid he'd hosed on the thing to get it to do that. Finally, it died down. I started Facebooking from my phone, and he began bringing things outside. First it was a bowl of water. I didn't turn around when I heard him come back out, which is probably a good thing. Just a couple of seconds later, I heard a FOOOOF. Turned around, and saw that the flames were back UP, and HIGH. He was standing there as though nothing was amiss. I just turned the hell back around and didn't look over there again.

Sunday morning, I wandered out onto the deck and noticed he'd left all of his grilling supplies outside - his bag of charcoal was still sitting there, even, wide open. Grill tongs were sitting on the bowl of water. And then I noticed a pop of bright color:

(Confession: It took me until the afternoon to work up the nerve to take this picture, as I was afraid he would come out to clean up and catch me. I should not have worried, because as of 9.48am today, the stuff's still out on the deck.)

And I said, "Whoa.", for lo and behold, it was a can of Pam non-stick cooking spray. My guess is that the Pam caused the FOOOOF. That would mean that not only did he spray Pam on a lit grill, he sprayed Pam on a lit grill that's sitting on a dry-rotting wood deck (do NOT get me started) that's situated very close to a dogwood tree. Oh, and the deck is littered with all sorts of flammables. And all of this wonder is ever so disturbingly close to Casa Didgeridoo.

At least we can always count on the Jackass Neighbors to keep life interesting.