The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it.
― Jordan Belfort
Last weekend my seventeen year old suggested that I purchase a gas grill for our household. He even went so far as to promise that if I would buy it, he would cook dinners for me. I was skeptical. That promise reminded me an awful lot of the one all three of my kids made when the stray dog showed up on our doorstep in 2003. “Mom, if you will just let us keep it, you won’t have to do a thing. We will feed him and take him on walks and pay all the vet bills.”
Still, I was tempted. Just a couple of weeks ago I was flipping through a summer issue of a women’s magazine when I came across a spread of recipes for the grill. They all sounded delicious, and I lamented the fact that I had no way to try them. But I couldn’t imagine actually buying a grill. They are expensive. Propane is dangerous. I wouldn’t know which one to buy. I wouldn’t be able to put it together. I wouldn’t know how to cook on it if I had it.
Well, Rock Star did the shopping and sent me a link to the model he thought was the best quality and value. I mulled it over. And before I headed out the door to the Renaissance Festival on Monday, I left some cash with the note “BUY THE GRILL” attached. I taped it to the refrigerator so he wouldn’t miss it.
I came home to find Rock Star and two of his friends deep in grill assembly.
It took them about three hours to finish; they assured me that I didn’t need to worry about that pile of leftover parts. I gave them more money to buy a propane tank; meanwhile, I ran to the grocery store and bought burgers and buns. True to his word, Rock Star cooked dinner for all of us that night.
|The boy has a way with a spatula.|