The other day, I had some errands to run, and I was not going to be home around lunchtime.  Well, my husband comes home every day for lunch, and I usually have his lunch made by the time he gets home.

Seeing how I was not home he made his lunch, and was about to eat it when he heard a knock on the door.  It was my daughter, so he let her in and was talking to her for a short time.  She got up to leave so he walked her to the door to say good-by.  When he returned to eat his lunch, it was gone, and so was Abby. He ran outside, and there she was eating the last bite of his sandwich. He only has a short time home for lunch, so he did not have time to make another sandwich. So he left, and picked up some fast food on his way back to the shop.

Needless to say he was not a happy camper, and not because she ate his lunch, well ok, maybe a little bit, but because of Abby, he was running late, and almost did not get any lunch at all.