So. Long story.
It was my step-sister's 20th birthday, so I thought that I'd do something special. I decided "Hmm, while everyone's out at work, I'll make an epic dinner for everyone. Home-made steak pies with puff pastry for everyone! So, when everyone went out for work, (including my sister) I locked up the house and went to the shops to buy ingredients. Celery, carrots, diced beef, chopped tomatoes etc. etc. I got home and chopped everything up, put it in a pan, cooked, flour, etc... this all took an hour or so. Then I left it to cook for 3 hours, checking back every 10 MINUTES, for 3 HOURS, stirring and checking that it wasnt ON FIRE. Then, half an hour before they're due to come home, I remember: Shit. Pastry. I throw 10 pounds at my neighbour at ask him to get some from the post office, because I cant leave the hob on in the house alone in case I burn the damn house down. He gets it just in time, I put it on the pie dishes, throw em in the oven for the pastry to rise. While I'm waiting, I do up the table. Candles, special mats (they're GLASS), a rug thing that looks fancy etc. etc. As if on cue, I heard the gate opening, and the cars came into the drive. SHHIITT. I closed the kitchen door, got into the porch, and planned out everything: Put them in the living room, put finishing touches on the table, tell them I have a suprise, and lead them through. Happy days. They came through the door looking flustered. "Hey guys," "Hey Matty" said my sister, ruffling my hair. I purred. I said "Ok,if you'd like to take your coats and shoes off, and go into the front room, I have a supr-" "Oh sorry dear, we have to hurry, when's our table booked for?" Dad: "Um, 6 I think." Mum: "Christ. I only came back for my wallet, I left it at home this morning before I went to work." She went into the cupboard under the stairs, rummaged through her handbag, got out her purse and ran out of the door. Sister: "The pizza delivery numbers in the bottom drawer, sorry we can't take you but the clubs over 18's only." She ruffled my hair again. "You'll be alright by yourself for a few hours won't you? We'll be back about 12 or 1am. Love you," Then they all ran out of the door.
I stepped into the kitchen, and looked at the table.
I ate alone.
So, basically, this is a thread to post your FML moments.
It was my step-sister's 20th birthday, so I thought that I'd do something special. I decided "Hmm, while everyone's out at work, I'll make an epic dinner for everyone. Home-made steak pies with puff pastry for everyone! So, when everyone went out for work, (including my sister) I locked up the house and went to the shops to buy ingredients. Celery, carrots, diced beef, chopped tomatoes etc. etc. I got home and chopped everything up, put it in a pan, cooked, flour, etc... this all took an hour or so. Then I left it to cook for 3 hours, checking back every 10 MINUTES, for 3 HOURS, stirring and checking that it wasnt ON FIRE. Then, half an hour before they're due to come home, I remember: Shit. Pastry. I throw 10 pounds at my neighbour at ask him to get some from the post office, because I cant leave the hob on in the house alone in case I burn the damn house down. He gets it just in time, I put it on the pie dishes, throw em in the oven for the pastry to rise. While I'm waiting, I do up the table. Candles, special mats (they're GLASS), a rug thing that looks fancy etc. etc. As if on cue, I heard the gate opening, and the cars came into the drive. SHHIITT. I closed the kitchen door, got into the porch, and planned out everything: Put them in the living room, put finishing touches on the table, tell them I have a suprise, and lead them through. Happy days. They came through the door looking flustered. "Hey guys," "Hey Matty" said my sister, ruffling my hair. I purred. I said "Ok,if you'd like to take your coats and shoes off, and go into the front room, I have a supr-" "Oh sorry dear, we have to hurry, when's our table booked for?" Dad: "Um, 6 I think." Mum: "Christ. I only came back for my wallet, I left it at home this morning before I went to work." She went into the cupboard under the stairs, rummaged through her handbag, got out her purse and ran out of the door. Sister: "The pizza delivery numbers in the bottom drawer, sorry we can't take you but the clubs over 18's only." She ruffled my hair again. "You'll be alright by yourself for a few hours won't you? We'll be back about 12 or 1am. Love you," Then they all ran out of the door.
I stepped into the kitchen, and looked at the table.
I ate alone.
So, basically, this is a thread to post your FML moments.
