There are two activities that are lethal to a relationship: hanging wallpaper and assembling a gas grill. Yesterday morning the DH and I went to Target and purchased a new grill. It came in a box containing a gazillion pieces---that should have been a clue right there! The instruction manual stated that assembly time was 35 to 40 minutes. How tough could that be? Well, 7 hours later we were barely speaking to each other and the grill was still not quite finished. The instructions were written in such a way that even a Mensa member would have difficulty understanding them, holes were not lined up, screws were missing, nerves were frazzled. When you consider that the main reason for this madness was to be able to cook "beer-butt" chicken at home, all I can say is, that was a heck of an ordeal for a frickin' chicken!
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