Instead of Serg....Just call me Singe

My darling Singe got in a fight with the grill.....and well he lost.....

Poor Serg singed the front part of his hair, his eyebrows and his arm hair near the wrist. He was putting dinner on the grill and had covered the whole top of the grill with aluminum foil (disregarding advice from his wife) and couldn't see if the grill had lit. When he bent down to look a fireball shot between the sheets of aluminum foil and scorched him. It smelled horrible! On a lighter note, dinner was delicious!