I was doing my taxes and grilling burgers for the honyocks, and I guess those leaves I didn't get out of the driveway last fall were pretty dry...
I smelled someone burning leaves and heard the crackling sounds of a camp fire. But it wasn't a camp fire, it was my driveway.
I got the hose on it, but still. I guess I'm glad that, in the anti-entropy process, I moved Daisy into the garage the other day.
The conflagration consumed one of the wheels on my 15-year-old Weber kettle, something tells me it's high time to find another grill. And get rid of this one. City-wide garage sale day is coming up.
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