Some of you that read my thread last week about my brisket, heard about my GF remodeling her garage with her car. Today was the day for the door to be replaced, I did all the framing exactly like I was told from the door guy. So he shows up, 2 hours late and hung over, and says the framing is wrong, so we argue back a forth as to what I did and what I was suppose to do. Long story short, I got mad, called his boss, he came out, said my work was fine and brought out another door installer. Everything great right? Nope, he installed the WRONG style and color door
. So now my GF has to live with a dark brown door on a yellow house with no windows until next week.
The great part of this story is that even though I was getting really mad, (which I rarely do) and was in a foul mood. The second I fired up my charcoal chimney, my mood went from bad to great. Even my GF commented that I looked happy again. Something about playing with fire and smoking food really does make me a happy guy.
The great part of this story is that even though I was getting really mad, (which I rarely do) and was in a foul mood. The second I fired up my charcoal chimney, my mood went from bad to great. Even my GF commented that I looked happy again. Something about playing with fire and smoking food really does make me a happy guy.
