Fish and chips

Grilling Salmon tonight. Going well. Salmon done. Moving from grill to plate, and then... OH! Salmon down! Salmon down!

One piece fell into our box of wood we keep on the back porch for our fireplace. bummer. I reach into the box to get the piece of fish out and - did I mention that the fish just came off the grill? - ouch!! Fish falls into pieces, I begin to Christian cuss, burning my hand, finally getting fish back onto grill. That piece of fish was covered with bark and wood chips. A real fish and chips.

Then Carol sticks her head out the door and says... "I saw that." How do you not love being married?