It's going to sound so, so petty...but I am super angry right now because I just came home from work to discover YSD ate my lunch. Hapless DH was all like...Oh. Were there not anymore for us? She was supposed to call you to ask...didn't she? Um. 1.) I was at work and didn't have time to answer my phone, which had died anyway and, 2.) Is it really that difficult to look in the fridge and see how much food there is? YSD needs to call me to ask if there's any more?