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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