Today is a Wednesday and on Wednesdays Kile stays late at work to play Halo online with a bunch of other computer geeks.  He’s the Colonel of a “squad” of these people and leads “practice” twice a week, one of those days being Wednesday.  Since practice is from 5-6pm, he generally is at work a little later than usual.  And often, he’ll stay afterward for whatever reason and won’t often breeze through the door until after 7pm.  In fact, heck, he doesn’t come home until near 7pm on pretty much every night, but it’s particularly pronounced on Wednesdays.

I hung out at NewFriend’s house fairly late today.  I was helping OtherFriend put up a border in NewFriend’s new nursery for a while, and then it started getting close to dinner and NewFriend asked me to stay.  Since I knew Kile wouldn’t be home for quite a while, I figured why not?  NewFriend was watching OtherFriend’s children while she was at a Tupperware party and we all know that the more adults to supervise, the better.  No harm, no foul, right?

At 10 after 7, I get a call from Kile.  He doesn’t even call my cell phone, for some reason, but calls the house phone.  He’s surprised I’m still there.  “Have you been there all day??” he asked.  “No, not ALL day,” I reply, since I spent most of the morning at home.  “We’ll be home here in a few.”  “Well, you’re on your own for dinner,” he tells me.  Did I sound worried?  He definitely sounds miffed.  Annoyed that I’m not at home, I suppose, anxiously awaiting his arrival.  Which, normally, I am.  Therefore, I don’t understand why he would begrudge me the chance to do something enjoyable while waiting for him to get home.

Men are so weird.