Melted house

Last night Marta and I grilled some steaks on our gas grill, the one on the porch.

Marta; Honey, have you seen the ceiling, is that bubbles?

Jonas; Sure looks like it.

Marta; From the heat of the grill you think?

Jonas; Probably, maybe I should buy a fan at Lowe's tomorrow?

Marta; You should.

Jonas; I think we should have it turned on when we grill.

We stand there quiet for awhile, Marta turns the steaks.

Marta; Do you remember how we burnt the side on our old house the first day?

Jonas; Yes, he he. We hadn't even spent one night before we burned it. He he.