Tom and I never win anything. Ever. Especially something big.After coming home from visiting a girlfriend late one night at the end of June, I checked voicemail - as is my general habit (particularly knowing Tom wouldn't have done it after he came in and before he went to bed).
Lo and behold, there was a message from a Girl Scout leader congratulating us on holding the winning ticket for a grill that one of the local lumber yards had donated! "Hmmph," I thought. "Wonder what that's all about?"
I got in bed and whispered to Tom, "You awake?" The response was a noncommittal grunt.
"Did you enter a Girl Scout raffle for a grill?" I whispered.
"Mmmm . . . yeah," was the sleepy reply.
"Is it nice?" I asked.
"Mmmm . . . I dunno. I guess. It cost a buck at work."
"HOW nice do you think it is?" I continue to whisper.
Suddenly awake, Tom asks, "Why? DID I WIN IT?!"
Until Tom went to pick it up, we still had no idea what kind it was. We just assumed - as anyone would who'd bought a grill for the cost of a $1 raffle ticket - that it was a little Smokey Joe or the like. NOT SO! Wow!
So, here's Tom (and Maisy) grilling for the first time with his Big Man Grill. (It even has a rotisserie for chickens . . . just don't tell "the girls" that!)
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