Saturday, April 09, 2005

WE GOT GRILLED

We got grilled, literally. Since it is Saturday, we decided to make our lunch somehow extra special by having “inihaw” pork chops. Not really a bonding moment for the family since we really did not grill together. Get?

Mother Goose was doing what she loves doing most – according to Papa- and that is washing our clothes. Michael, who I call Ugly Duckling (oh, I just envy my brother who is guapo y muy delgado, hehe) , was out, we did not whether with his Skeleton Gang friends or just outside, playing basketball. I, the Beautiful Fat Swan (hehe, kapal!), was sitting lazily, trying to sleep because of this headache a.k.a. migraine which I was having for the past three days – probably eye strain (thanks to chat-chatan!) or just withdrawal symptoms for that roasted coffee (well, let us just pray this is no cancer.) And so, that leaves us with Papa, the Father Goose, (hehe) to do the grilling.

Of utmost importance is the place where Father Goose did grill the chops. For some odd reason, he did it in our stock / ex-music room next to the kitchen. That is weird, right? you do not grill INSIDE the house but he did and guess what happened. Obviously, smoke filled the house – carbon dioxide (am I right?) replacing the oxygen that is supposed to keep us all breathing and alive, right? Mother had to stop doing her laundry; we both got annoyed, of course, and we both cried – because of the smoke, that is. Michael came and was thrilled (yeah right) with what was happening. Thank God, Father decided to transfer and finish the grilling outside.

REALIZATION / insightKUNO: can you just imagine how it is when you are inside a house that is really on fire?