Evening, folks. Our illustrious Governor Ivey declared Battlestations yesterday @ 5 PM, so it’s probably dinner from the pantry tonight, save for a beer run to the corner. Walmart is all but closed here 24/7. Rumor Control has it that the local constabulary is writing traffic citations if anyone is caught on the streets horsing around for no good reason. I think I’ll put that to the test and see if KFC is open. A handicap placard hanging from the mirror can be a convenient Willy Wonka Golden Ticket when you need it. Other times, it’s useless to get a decent parking spot. Too many gimps in this town - I can’t get prime parking around here, and see people more able-bodied than me stealing my space. LOL Gina, Keith is doing what I told myself to do this evening, but I was too lazy to go get some chicken quarters at the store. Extra Crispy or a Big Mac may have to suffice. In lieu of that, I may just hickory/peachwood smoke some breast quarters tomorrow and throw a few ears of corn on the gas side.
Whatever you decide, have a good time of it, Viking! :-D