I don't have crap days very often but this is beginning to qualify.
I drove across the county, 40 miles, to my teeth cleaning appointment, missing work to do so, and conveniently scheduling the appt on the day I work furthest from the dentist instead of just 10 miles away.
I forgot, however, to take the antibiotics for my EXTREMELY MILD ALMOST CERTAINLY NOT A PROBLEM heart condition. I only found out about the condition about a year ago, so this would have been my second cleaning with the antibiotics...and I just forgot. Yay.
Then I came back to Ventura and found one of two cute tiny little diamonds in a lovely ring my mom gave me is missing, two weeks after I got it. I feel like I have a jewelry curse because every time I get something I truly love, it gets lost/broken/damaged in some way. And yet the jewelry I don't really like persists forever!
I am just going to put my head down and sob. Bye.