At 10am when I went to retrieve it from my lunch bag (which was in the incredibly disgusting tomb of a workplace fridge) it was NOT THERE. I continued to paw frantically through my bag, deeply distressed, and a woman who works across the hall laughed at me. Laughed at me! Now, why is that funny? I told her I didn't it was funny because I WAS HUNGRY NOM. Then I ate her. Not really, but I was unamused.
I emailed my husband and told him to go ahead and eat the left-behind waffle because otherwise we'd be wasting food and that is so pre-October 2008.
Here is the email exchange:
Me: I think I left my waffle at home, which makes me sad. Please eat it if you desire.
Kenny: Don't be sad. The cats already dragged it out back and ripped it apart. Then they decide they didn't like it.
Me: Aw, dang. That is tragical.
Kenny: Bad news is the cats dragged it out back and thrashed on it for a while before dropping it in the scummy pond out of boredom.
Me: Zero respect.
Kenny: I guess I can fish it out so it will be dry when you get home.
Me: That's okay. I think it's time to set it free.