Why I Fried a $10 Steak...

So. I have come to Bella Vista to have a ski vacation. This is to try and hang onto whatever is left of my sanity; it its not all gone already.

Anyways, I was going to barbecue myself a huge steak but have run into an issue... my safety. Some might already know that the roof here is made of tin, and also that it slopes outwards. This means that when I am at the barbecue the roof slopes towards me. Hanging slightly off the roof has been a sheet of ice with icicles hanging down. When I barbecue, they rain on me. No problem here right?

Well, the temperature here is above zero. This means that the roof is warming up and that the sheets of snow and ice are preparing to take flight. I have been here a few hours now and you can hear the ice sheets sliding off of the roof. When I was outside I could see where a sheet of ice broke off and launched itself six or seven feet away from the roof. A moment ago I heard what I thought was lightning... not lightning... probably one or two hundred pounds of snow and ice taking flight off the roof and into the abyss.

Now we get to why I fried a $10 dollar steak (or about to). Those rainy icicles have been taunting me all winter... I have been fine so far, but fate has a sense of humour. Why tempt it? I'll fry my stake and I won't give them the chance to condromble me.

Now watch as I burn myself or something... frik...