I've been out all day. Literally. I got up at 8 this morning, hurried up and got dressed and went to work out with my trainer. Mary came with me and worked on the cardio machines while I was engaged. We came home, were here long enough to have some sausage and eggs, then went out, deposited checks (I love getting paid!) and went to Borders, where I bought Linux In A Nutshell (I know, I'm a geek). Then, we went to Mass, out to eat, stopped at a used bookstore that just opened right near where we were, and then to Starbucks for more coffee. We got home about an hour and a half ago.
Dinner was a sort of comedy of errors. First of all, our waiter was...let's just say that he wasn't everyone's idea of a waiter. Short and stocky, real New York, t-shirt was stained, but a good guy nonetheless. He told us about the specials, one of which was Chicken Parmagiano. I love Chicken Parmagiano, and ordered it immediately. He comes back ten minutes later...no Chicken Parmagiano. So, I ordered a steak, and I labored over the choices of side items (it came with a choice of potato and green beans). I shouldn't have fries, so I didn't even bother with that. So, I order a baked potato, because I can't stand mashed, especially when they load them up with all the crap that they load mashed potatoes up with.
Needless to say, dinner comes, and there they are--mashed potatoes. I said, "Excuse me..." and before I could get the rest of my question out, he says, "Yeah, we're out of baked potatoes, so they gave you these..." So, Mary had the mashed potatoes, and I had fries. Both no-no's, since we're both supposed to be dieting, but it's our one day of the week where we can have whatever we want.
Speaking of diets: I'm down 15 lbs. Only 185 to go.