I have been thinking about this and all this wishey washy is not bbq manly – frankly I am embarrassed for all of you. Lay down the law like I do and let her know who is boss – this is what I would do:
I would get home at 5:30 p.m. and slam the door (because I am King of the castle) and tell her flat out – “Hell yeah I bought a new grill and I will buy a new one any time I damn well please – now go pour me a cold beer - bring it to me and shut your pie hole!
Of course she doesn’t get home until 6:00 p.m. but the dogs and cats know who is King! I also get to the package first and get it to the garage - what she doesn't know want hurt me.