How to turn a decent steak into boot leather.

Chris and I are back on the soup diet. If you saw me, you wouldn't have to ask why. You eat this really good tasting vegetable soup three times a day and it not only cleanses your insides, you lose weight. By Wednesday that soup is just nasty. The only good thing is that every day you get to add stuff to the soup diet. Monday vegetables, Tuesday a potatoe, wednesday bananas, thursday fruit, friday I don't remember and glorious Saturday all the beef you want. So tonite I put this steak on the barbeque. Not a fillet mignon but not a blade or round steak either. Then I did the one thing I should never do. I came downstairs, fired up the computer and started to check and comment on all the blogs I visit. It was while I was on Shirleys blog that my wife called down and asked how the steak was doing. I was having a really good time up to that point. But I deflated faster than the Canadian mens hockey teams dreams of a gold medal did.
At this point I am still trying to chew this burnt offering, but it is not at all what I dreamt it would be like. The only reason it is not completely inedible is that when I opened up the lid on the barbeque, the propane in my tank had all but burned away. Tomorrow is another meat day and even if I freeze my extemities I am staying outside until it is done. I am so easily distracted from the task at hand sometimes that I think I could still be a teenager, and then I see a mirror and realize that I just distract easily. If I could reach my butt I'd kick it. And no Trav, I don't want you to bring over your new boots.