Thankfully, I was expecting it so I didn't have a breakdown, eventhough I wanted to sit in my office and cry like a baby. I've been pissy all day but I did have one bright spot. I got pulled over for speeding but the cop didn't write me a ticket because he couldn't find a pen. He said it was my Lucky Day.
Now I'm throwing myself a pity party with a glass of wine and I'm planning an early bedtime. At least I'll get to drink on my girls' trip this weekend. That's a positive thing, right?