Jesús has taken the girls for a spin around Pamplona, and I've been left in charge of lighting the barbecue.
What? Me light the barbecue?
Now wait a minute! That's a man's job. You know, it goes with the whole "Man is here, Man make fire" thing. But Man is not here, so today Woman makes fire. Man's parting words as he left for Pamplona, "Just douse the coals with lots of alcohol and throw a match on."
Well, I hope Man likes Woman without eyebrows, because I have a strong feeling she won't have any by the time this is over, at least not if she follows those instructions.
Well, I'd better get to it. Wish me luck. While this woman goes out to make fire, why don't you visit me over at Scrivel.
And the humor's on fire over at Central Snark.