BBQ ing rules for the summer --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
After the long months of cold and winter, we will soon be coming up to summer and BBQ season.

Therefore it is important to refresh your memory on the etiquette of this sublime outdoor cooking as it's the only type of cooking a real man will do, probably because there is an element of danger involved.

When a man volunteers to BBQ, the following chain of events are put into motion:

1) The woman buys the food.

2) The woman makes the salad, prepares the vegetables, and makes dessert.

3) The woman prepares the meat for cooking, places it on a tray along with the necessary
cooking utensils and sauces, and takes it to the man who is lounging beside the grill -drink in hand.

Here comes the important part:

4) THE MAN PLACES THE MEAT ON THE GRILL.

5) The woman goes inside to organize the plates and cutlery.

6) The woman comes out to tell the man that the meat needs to be turned. He thanks her and asks if she will bring another drink while he deals with the situation.

Important again:

7) THE MAN TAKES THE MEAT OFF THE GRILL AND HANDS IT TO THE WOMAN.

8) The woman prepares the plates, salad, bread, utensils, napkins, sauces and brings them to the table.

9) After eating, the woman clears the table and does the dishes.

And most important of all:

10) Everyone PRAISES the MAN and THANKS HIM for his cooking efforts.

11) The man asks the woman how she enjoyed "her night off" and, upon seeing her annoyed reaction, concludes that there's just no pleasing some women....

definetely some woman you just can't please.

... "Night Off".

I have to email this around. This is pure gold.

You know, once I think on it, that really is very true.

Lol!! It's all so true!

Dang, I've got my woman trained all wrong.

Except that it's winter here now and it's bleeding cold outside, that's fairly accurate. Good find

WHAT KIND OF MEN ARE YOU?! NO! This is very wrong!

When I barbecue it's all me, and all you women sit around with your gossip and your magazines...letting me sweat all over and the smoke seems to follow me wherever I go and burn my eyes.

I'm ashamed of everyone. Collectively. The whole world brings me shame.