Sorry 'bout muh face! It's just that we went to a baseball game, which was the first one I had ever sat through in my life. My hot dog and Coke and lemonade were gone and I was getting antsy.
Just gettin' our clogged arteries on at Phil's BBQ Pit! This place is both a blessing and a curse. Blessing because, hello! Best BBQ EVER. Curse because, after you eat there no other BBQ you have will possibly measure up. So you have to wait until next year when you can eat it again. But that's probably a good thing, so that none of us have heart attacks.