I bought a plane ticket weeks ago. G and I are flying on Wednesday, March 9 from Tulsa to Denver to spend time with my family. In checking my itinerary this evening I discover that...
...I actually flew today.
Yep, I purchased a plane ticket for today. March 7. Monday.
Apparently I cannot read a calendar. And I am a total idiot.
Things worked out and I am, indeed, flying on Wednesday, but it doesn't change how ridiculously stupid I feel.