Sometimes, you just feel silly.
My team at work rotates full weekends off, so basically each of the four of us get one Sunday a month off work (we all get Saturdays off normally, that’s our ‘weekend’). My roommate also works at Today’s, but not in copy editing, so she never gets Sundays off. Anyways, so on my off-day today I went to my Arabic lesson for a few hours, then headed back home to the Asian side of the city.
Since my roommate is the one who makes dinner the vast majority of the time, I figured since I had the day off and the time, I’d cook dinner tonight. On my way home from class I stopped by the grocery store and picked up some stuff, then rushed home to get everything cooked by the time she got home. I called her (to try to get an estimate of when she’d be back, and to ask her to pick up some fruit, as I didn’t want to carry a watermelon in addition to the other groceries I’d gotten), but no response; she probably didn’t hear her phone. Anyhow, she called me back later, just as I was chopping salad ingredients. I asked what she was up to and when she’d be home, and she told me it’d be a bit because she was meeting someone for dinner down the street. Fool me! She’d mentioned last week that she’d be going out and having dinner tonight, but I completely forgot. So now there’s all this food just sitting around. It doesn’t look so appetizing when there’s nobody to share it with. I’d lit candles on the living room table and set it and everything, and now I just have to slop all this food back into the pots and stuff. Boo. I’m like a housewife gone horribly wrong, live I Love Lucy status lol. 
