I am eating a twice-baked potato (from work, of course) with leftover bbq’d pulled pork from, uh, that bbq place on Charlotte. Dipped in honey mustard. It’s absolutely amazing.
I think I might suggest going to the bar today. The one I pass coming home from work is open, anyway. I wish I was in Oak Ridge eating easter dinner with family, but I’m not. 😦 Matt’s family doesn’t do much for holidays, so we’re not having dinner with them. Plus it’s a beautiful day….