Late this afternoon I received a text from SW. She asked if we'd please have dinner out as she'd missed lunch. I said fine.
We both chose BBQ.
They were, without a doubt, the most awful ribs I've ever tried to eat. Mushy, foul tasting pieces of crap. I wouldn't throw 'em to a dog. I knew I should have ordered the baby backs.
Me, all sad and stuff.
It's been a long day. At least there's a gunshow this weekend.