B) give up
C) surge onward
D) lots of other options that don’t fit into my blog post theme, thus not worth mentioning.
I’m definitely the kind to respond by answering C. I refuse to be thwarted. Sometimes, this works out. Sometimes, it goes up in a raging ball of flames. I’ll illustrate both possibilities here today.
Earlier this week, we made a decision: it’s hot in Charlotte. Hot enough to warrant an activity that could help with the heat. We noticed that we weren’t getting outside very much, and it seemed dumb- we just bought a house with a great backyard, and we wanted to enjoy it! We went back and forth on getting a pool, not the in-ground version, but the Sam’s Club special vinyl version. After arguing a bit, we finally bit the bullet and brought home our own summertime fun guarantee.
Just as Mike was getting ready to grab his shovel to start grading the yard for optimal pool placement, I had a stroke of genius- had we checked our association rule book to see if we could install this new pool? And if not, hadn’t we better do it before we spend God knows how long setting it up? The husband begrudgingly said yes. So, we dug out the rule book, and section 17.6 clearly said, in all caps, “NO ABOVE GROUND POOLS SHALL BE ERECTED.” Well, there went the great pool idea. (No matter how hard I tried, I never did get Mike to thank me for forcing him to look it up, btw). Obviously thwarted, we settled for an inflatable pool, plopped it on the deck, and I went to work finding a something to grill that would help us feel better about the no-pool-rule.
I was stoked to find a grilled lemonade recipe in my Food Network Magazine, (one of my many, many magazines). So I headed out to a local produce vendor, ready to clean them out of all of their lemon stock. Reality decided to kick me in the booty, and disappointment quickly followed. Instead of the 16 lemons I needed, they had limes, and only 6. Remember what kind of person I am? Not to be thwarted! Refusing to back down, I bought those darn limes. When I got back home, I realized I was out of sugar. So I substituted with sweet’n'low, put the limes on the grill, and mixed my drink. It was… so gross. In a last ditch effort to save face, (because by this time Mike is rolling his eyes and stifling laughter at my desperately failing efforts), I added tequila and tossed my nasty concoction back as quickly as I could.
Revelation: tequila does not solve problems. Ever.
For your sake, I’m going to keep that gem of a recipe to myself. But here’s the original Grilled Lemonade recipe- maybe you’ll have better luck.