The back yard BBQ. Those words used to strike fear into my heart. Normally on a Saturday afternoon I plan on relaxing in my recliner with a beer and the TV. Now comes the dread of prepping, playing grill master, and dealing with mosquitos. Worst of all, at least in my opinion, cleaning up after. Nothing is worse than waking up the next morning, coming down the stairs to a disaster area and realize that your plans for Sunday just went out the window. And while there is no getting out of the trips to the big box stores (who is using a 96oz bottle of ketchup anyway?) you can do a few things to help diminish the post party carnage.
Well, survived the latest BBQ. Just have a little clean up and I can head off to dreamland but with all the preparation I know that I get to wake up with a clean house. Just have to put the Step N Peel mat away. Then roll up the carpet shield and put it in the recycling. Finally using the surface sleds, slide the furniture back into place. Just have to take out the trash and I have my Sunday afternoon back. Wait, what is that sound? Oh no, a gang of raccoons have gotten into that 96oz bottle of ketchup and they are coming right for me. If I survive, I’ll see you guys next month.