Ugh.

I go visit my parents in the Dallas suburbs usually every weekend. It’s an 80 mile round trip, but I usually get good food and random stuff (like new steak knives today) out of it and I do enjoy spending time with my family.

Anyway, my aunt calls me this morning and asks if I am going to my parents today and I tell her yes. She asks if I can pick something up from her friend’s house who lives not that far from me and give it to my dad to give to her tomorrow. So I say sure and pick up an envelope (with hockey tickets in it) this morning before I leave for the burbs.

I get to my parents house, tell my dad I have the tickets for him to give to my aunt and that was that.

I leave to come home around 7pm and as I am about 15 minutes from my apartment, I realize I never took the tickets out of my purse. Shit! I call my aunt and she tells me we will have to meet up tomorrow before the game (which is in Dallas) so I can give her the tickets.

OK…if she was coming to Dallas tomorrow anyway for the game, why couldn’t she pick up the damn tickets from her friend herself? Ugh.