One of the luxuries of my current job is my commute- or lack thereof. I live insanely close to my place of employment. I can literally leave my house at 7:58 to be at work at 8:00am.
Living so close affords me the luxury of spending an entire lunch hour at home each day. Some days I watch my soap, others I read a magazine. I always eat. But yesterday:
I grilled out over my lunch hour.
The dogs sizzling:
Proof that we live in Chicago:
It was so fun! We just got a new grill and have already used it several times. I associate grilling out with fun, friends and family- it has a social aspect to it in my mind, so it just seemed fun to be doing it on a break from work. Then 1:00pm struck and I had to report back to the clink.
Fun factor: 10