There are few things that I am really good at in this life. Two of them are cooking on the grill and drinking beer. Though this may not seem like the defining qualities that make the perfect husband, my wife happens to love my cooking and appreciates a good brew. Which must be why she gave me one of the best birthday presents, the Beer Can Chicken Cookbook.

Now I have to say, I rarely use cookbooks when grilling, but this was too good to pass up. First off, the book itself comes in a beer can shaped container and comes filled with crazy beer can chicken recipes. Of course to some, just sticking a beer can up a chicken's butt and grilling it may already sound crazy, but that's only from those that have never tasted it. Trust me, however, some of these recipes are incredible! Spicy Peanut Chicken, Saigon Chicken, Stoned Chicken (not what you think!), and many others make your ordinary chicken a smash hit with friends and family. Not to mention it's the perfect excuse to keep plenty of beer on hand.

When my wife first purchased our Burgundy Hanging Air Chair, I wasn't sure what she had planned. All I saw was canvas, poles and plenty of rope all strung together in some sort of kinky contraption. Curious, excited and yes a bit frightened, I wondered what I did that could have warranted such a reward. And when did my wife become so ... adventurous?

I soon realized that this seemingly erotic tool of bondage was actually an ingenious relaxation device. And so surprised and, ok, a little disappointed, I paid no attention to my wife's warnings and hopped right in. After a few moments of adjustment and helpful tips from my wife (who now thinks I'm a perverted moron), I was hanging in absolute comfort.

It's very similar to a hammock, but so much more comfortable to sit in than your average porch swing. It really does cradle every part of your body. Luckily, she bought two, so we can hang in comfort together.

My poor old Weber. I'll always remember it fondly. Its rounded black lid, plastic wheels, and always-waiting grill were there for me when I needed it most. At parties, cookouts, fish fry nights .. those were the days, my friend. But alas, the years, constant use, and wicked weather took its toll.

Eventually one shiny Father's Day morning, a gleaming stainless steel beauty replaced my tired old BBQ compadre. She was stunning amidst the foliage of our house in the woods, reflecting the leaves and brush with the magnificence of a silver angel sent from heaven. I couldn’t wait to use her. I wanted to fill her up with burgers, brats, anything that would please her flaming desires. But I knew the weather combined with my flawed humanity would take its toll on her finish, so I humbly offered the gift of a Camouflage Grill Cover.

Its green and brown patterns blended with the surroundings and it fit perfectly. Now I fear not that the brutal hand of winter will cut down my beloved grill before her prime. I laugh at rain and mock the snow. For I know that soon, her flames will rise again, and I will be there right by her side.