One of these little darlings is sitting on my deck as I blog. It’s bigger than I thought but not so big that it takes up that much room. The city cut me off, you know. I didn’t pay my $10 bill in a timely manner; pretty sure it was at least one day after the two-week-pay-or-off-with-your-
head gas date. I knew they were doing it with the water but didn’t think they were doing it with the meter rental which is what I pay in the summer months. So when they said it was $75 to have it turned back on, I told them to just plug it or get the meter or whatever they have to do because I wasn’t paying that and promptly went home and called the propane gas company to bring me a tank or two: one for the house for the stove and one for the garage for the couple of months I use it in the winter.
After the guys came with the tanks, we all realized I only needed one. Well, actually the dude that knows what he’s talking about realized it, and then I saw the
flame light. So it sits out by the garage instead of right by the back screen door which is very nice.
I need to paint it with a summer scene.
Or Rolling Stones mouth.
Or naked men.
Or a big Margarita and flip-flops.