I've decided to call my....I mean, our...new Weber grill - Helmut. I bought it in Germany, and I figured that Helmut is a damn fine German name. It was a toss up between Helmut and Horst, and Helmut won by a whisker.
I'm happy to report that Helmut has taken his spot on our balcony, and he's looking good. I'm sure the tenants in the apartment building across the river are staring in amazement, and that's fine. Let's just see how they feel when the wall of BBQ smoke wafts their way.
It took me about two hours to assemble Helmut even though the man at the store in Germany told me it would take about fifteen minutes. Now it's just a matter of getting rid of all this packing material. I have mountains of cardboard, so I guess I'll have to go to the dump tomorrow afternnon.
Wow, how does it feel to be a kept man? Mrs. TBF sounds like the best thing since sliced bread, working all the itme and travelling around the world to support your retirement. What kind of a job does she have and how can I get one of those jobs?
I'm not sure what you mean by "kept man" since I don't have a job. I thought I was "kept" when I traded my time for dollars back in the 20th century. Also, here's a fact that you might not believe: Mrs. TBF think's SHE'S the lucky one. Maybe that means that we're both "kept".
As for what kind of job Mrs. TBF has....
She has a really good job, and here's a secret I'll share with you: all you have to do is go to the Department of Really Good Jobs and sign up for one. It doesn't really have anything to do with hard work, sacrifice, making good career decisions, etc., etc. I'm surprised more people don't know this.
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