I went out to lunch with my brother-in-law this afternoon. I did some really minor stuff to help him at work, so he over-reacted and took me to a fabulous restaurant for lunch. So much for my diet. (Crispy mango calamari salad, steak, fries and desert.) Can anyone say 4000-sit-ups? Aside from the calorie explosion from my lack of self control, it was a great afternoon.
Right after lunch, Arty (my Saturday date) called, and told