Great, Big, Juicy Burger, Anyone?

Monte arrived home from work today and announced that he was hungry for a "great big, juicy burger." After some debate about whether or not we should order from the only restaurant in town, or wait until tomorrow night for "Taco Tuesday," we decided I would make burgers at home.
Monte ran to the store for buns, and I fired up the grill and carefully arranged the last 9 hamburger patties from our freezer once the grill was hot. Monte returned home to drop off the buns, then left again to go do some more work to the rental house. I then checked my email, finished pinning a quilt on the longarm, dumped the last basket of laundry on the bed to be folded, and then, just as I was about to sit down and blog, something out the window caught my eye.

"Where's all that smoke coming from?" I wondered to myself.

Then, it dawned on me. An unknown amount of time ago, I had placed 9 soon to be "great big, juicy burgers" on the grill. "Uh-Oh!"

I burst through the front door and onto the porch, to find the grill sprouting flames and spewing smoke clear across the yard. After turning off the burners and dousing it with a spray bottle full of water until it was cool enough to open the lid, here is what I found:

Monte will be back any minute, only to find that his "great, big, juicy burger" has morphed into a grilled cheese sandwich and dino-nuggets. (chicken nuggets shaped like dinosaurs). I'm sure I'm going to hear all about it. Sigh.
Tomorrow, we are definately eating out.