Sunday, January 22, 2012


My parents invited us to dinner last week. When they said we were having grilled chicken I'm not sure I was expecting this:

Yes, that's a hard hat he's wearing. I think he said it was to hold his knit hat in place. Or maybe the knit hat was holding the hard hat on, though that wouldn't explain why he needed the hard hat to start with. I will say, it was a little warmer right in front of the grill, but not much.

That grilled chicken was truly delicious--mesquite smoked and all. He even grilled potatoes. Not bad fare for January.

Nature even supplied us with a flower to mark the occasion.

Thanks, Mom and Dad, for the summertime preview!

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