Years and years as the person who eats the things that will be wasted if I don't eat them means my standards are quite low. As the person who was responsible for all the planning, all the shopping, all the food prep and all the cleaning up, my interest in doing a single unneccessary skerrick of work conspired to further lower my standards.
Today I thought we were having a lunch provided by work but I had the wrong day. I messaged my girls to say it was a huge disappointment but I would be ok because I have an office fruit bowl.
The responses:
"I thought chopped up fruit but not Kylie"
"I had the same thought. Pictured some cut up apples and some mushy pear and maybe some tinned cherries or something just for fun"
After I got home and had a small apple pie with my dinner, Keaghan asked "Did you at least warm it up?'
No, I did not.
"I knew you didn't, that's why I asked"
I appall them.
I also have a cold and got my car locked in the basement at work and had to get an Uber home. They say I have drama every day but I absolutely swear I don't create these situations on purpose.
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