So, we all go out to dinner. Our table wasn't ready, so we went to the bar. I ordered a Diet Coke and they had drinks and appetizers. That crap looked good but I knew I couldn't have it and I didn't. We get a table; I'm enjoying the nice place, and good friends. The waitress brings over some salsa and chips. Walter picks up the salsa and moves it closer to my end of the table and knocks over my ice-cold water, right into my lap! I was in shock. Everyone was asking me if I was okay. I said, yes, I'm fine, but I wasn't fine. He nailed me; my underwear was soaked! After a minute, I said, I have to go. And that was my dinner. A half-hour later I'm sitting on my sofa enjoying a Healthy Choice frozen dinner. Such is life.
Sunday, I cleaned my apartment and just hung out. That's all I got. Have a great Monday.