Barbecue

I briefly got a hold of my wife today. We exchanged our normal pleasantries, which are I love you and I love you too. Then I inquired about the kids and they are apparently still alive so all is well. Then it dawned on me.

Jonas; Honey, would you like to take up barbecuing with me?

Marta; Barbecue?

J; Yeah.

M; Like what barbecue?

J; You know, we have a big cooker and we go to like Tennessee and Kentucky and you come up with a secret sauce and we win.

M; Are you serious?

J; I think that it might be fun.

M; No way.

J; Why not, we never tried it.

M; No way, we don't even have a cooker.

J; Well, this guy has one who I can trade to get it.

M; No way.

J; I could stripe your Volvo to match it and then if we had a catchy name for your secret sauce we'll be golden. It would be great!

M; No way.

J;No way?

M; NO WAY!!!!

So that is that, I can smell those ribs and a win like a given. Maybe next year.