Friday, September 09, 2005

You know you're BBQ crazy when:

You take your wife to dinner at Cracker Barrel on Friday night and spend 45 minutes talking about how it would make a great bbq restaurant.

I don't know what's worse or who is more bbq crazy--me or her--because as she ate her chicken and dumplins' and I ate a catfish filet, we discussed what we would serve our customers if we owned a bbq restaurant.

I do know one thing for certain....I'm a lucky guy.