Saturday, April 9, 2016

I Got a Grill Crush

I got a grill crush, hate to admit it
I got a heated rush, flame ain't going down
I got it real bad, love everything it sears
Yeah, I got a grill crush.


THIS IS MY GRILL. 
An OLD model Jacuzzi my husband won from a band raffle vintage 1986ish
I.Love.Her!


grill crush

My husband has had his hands on her more than a few times!

New handles

grill handles


New Grates and Rocks

grill press

I don’t get no sleep, I don’t get no peace
Thinkin’ about her under the palms of your hands
The way that she’s steamin’, the way that she’s pullin’ you in
Lord knows I’ve tried, I can’t get her off my mind


jacuzzi grill

I wanna taste her burgers, yeah, ‘cause they taste like you
I wanna drown myself in a bottle of her smoky fumes
I want her rusty knobs, I want her magic touch
Yeah, ‘cause maybe then you’d want me just as much
I got a grill crush



Obviously I'm joking but I'm not joking about how much I love this grill. What I love more than the grill are the hours my loving husband has spent preserving it for me the last 30 years! I've had new grills but I always come back to her. The other grills never cook as well, heat as even or make our food taste as delicious.

Thank you my sweet husband, Steven G. Stafford for loving things, especially me, when they've become rusty with age and not much to look at, for never giving up when other's see despair, you see promise! It's not what is on the surface but the substance of the whole.  I've got a grill crush because you've shown me what love can do! I love you....


Admitting it,
Tammy
The Happy Handicap


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