I was about 5 minutes away from my office this morning when I realized that I wasn't wearing my wedding ring (or my engagement ring or my anniversary band). Oh well, I thought. Then I realized how much not having my ring would annoy the ever-living tar out of me, so I turned around and went home to get my ring. By the time I made it home and back my 20 minute commute had become an hour and I was late for a meeting, but at least I wasn't going to be fidgeting and twitching all day. Well, at least no more than normal.
It gets worse. I am totally out of Altoids. I have been reduced to eating life savers out of the vending machine and they just are not doing it for me. The only thing that is worse than running out of Altoids is running out of Chap Stick. Gasp! Or both, god forbid.
I may have to go get a gingerbread latte to console myself. There's a Starbucks in my building and I haven't had a gingerbread latte since yesterday and am starting to go into withdrawal.
And trust me, I understand that I am spoiled rotten and that nobody feels even the least bit sorry for me. I'm pretty ok with that.