Saturday, January 31, 2015

An Evening at Pomodoro

I thought she would never come home.  She headed to Pomodoro for dinner with her friend and didn't get home til very late.  I had a beyond fashionably late dinner of salmon and chicken pate after I howled at her for a few minutes.  I think she apologized. When I asked her why she stayed so late, she said she was having such a good time she had no idea what time it was. I felt a wee bit forgotten and neglected.  While I am happy for her, I am trying to figure out how to make sure she doesn't neglect her responsibilities.


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