Sunday, May 30, 2010
Because the party don't start til I walk in
Seriously. The party doesn't start til I walk in.
Beeecause...it's my party. And I'll cry if I want to.
I am the grill master tomorrow.
I have prepared.
I have food, including a delicious steak which I shall try to prepare the way Bill does so that I can go to steak heaven like I used to when he made them.
I'm not sure that steak-fu can be duplicated.
But..but but...we'll have fun.
I think it's mostly a girl cookout, which I'm fine with. I think, mayyyybe, i'll take some pics. :P