The Legality of Fire Tables

It’s fire-in-the-backyard season. I’m not sure if this is legal in Brooklyn or not, but if the police come knocking on my door trying to confiscate my fire table, I’m going to tell them they should bust the crack dealer across the street first. You know?

These marshmallows are effing fantastic toasted.

We cleaned out the backyard so we could hang out in it and enjoy the fire table and have everything be neat.  I’ll plant grass eventually.  We don’t have a hose, so I have to wait for the rain.

I spent my whole weekend with Rob.  We slept, we ate out, we ate in, we did yardwork, we did stuff I’m not going to talk about, we watched TV and we played with the dogs.

It was a good weekend (except for the part about Bea Arthur dying, which is NOT OK.  Also, the swine flu is not ok, either.  But everything else was good.)

photo by Rob