Carolyn, you win.

But I digress, it was a red-letter day today. My beautiful new shower is pretty nice, but I’ve been having my troubles with it. The door is quite pretty, but it leaks. I can’t get them to fix it correctly. And the grout looked like it wasn’t sealed right and was crumbling. The contractor didn’t really believe me, but when the tile guy came back to look at it he knew right away that something was wrong. He’s going to let it dry out for three days, work on it for three days, and let it cure for three more days. So I can’t use my expensive new shower for nine days.

But that’s not so bad because I had tomorrow to look forward to. I actually was going out to dinner tomorrow with someone, well, age inappropriate, to a restaurant that everyone tells me is rather good. Tonight at 8:43PM, I got a text message, “… I am starting to see someone and I cant go on a date with you. I am REALLY sorry its so last minute.” I am disappointed, but I figured things would go awry and I immediately started thinking of backup plans. I called Il and asked him if he wanted to go, but he’s off meat because of stomach problems and the restaurant is eat-all-you-can carnivore food. I just ended up canceling my reservation.

So the bad news is that I am not going out on a date. I’ve been playing it down and telling people who knew about that I was just going out to dinner, it wasn’t a date. If you recall, everyone thought I was going out on a date last year but the woman who I was going with didn’t, and she started inviting all her friends to come along. The good news is that if you read the above text message carefully, you’ll notice I almost went out on a date! That’s as close as I’ve been since the last date I was on, three years ago.

In any case: Carolyn, you don’t have to eat your hat. I give up. I promise not to ask anyone else out for the rest of the year.

Oh, and surprise. I just opened up a form letter and I may have problems with my health insurance. I hope this day doesn’t get any better.