save the oil

Here's th'Mr's new toy, a charcoal starter I bought him for fourth of July (or, "for no reason but I wanted to buy him something now that I'm working"). For those of you who are not familiar with this sweet gadget, you put the charcoal in the top, smash some newspaper into the bottom, light the paper and wait five minutes, then pour your white-hot charcoal into the grill. No fluid. No charcoal starter fluid. Did I mention, you don't use any smelly, expensive, petroleum-based starter fluid with this thing?



In the background, Klutz is hunting the evil cricket.

Below is a weed. A tall weed. This tall weed dwarfs the sixty-pound dog standing nearby. I was just curious what it would turn into, so I let it grow. I'm still curious. It's still growing.



Clockwise from top: Shorty Winston Grrrl. That's not cat litter, it's birdseed. Note Shorty's front paws are folded (in prayer?); Winston's hind legs are in teenager-lying-on-the-floor-in-front-of-TV mode. Grrrl's a dog.