My brain is a pile of mush, and growing mushier...

I missed my flight. I was supposed to be on a plane heading to Sacramento at 4:40 this afternoon. Where was I? Sipping margaritas with my husband in Long Beach. So what happened? I have no idea. I somehow got it into my head that I was leaving LA on Friday, and planned accordingly. My poor friend was supposed to pick me up and I had to tell her how completely dumb I was because somehow I've lost all higher brain function.
The good news is that I get to spend more time with my husband. I called the airline and they wouldn't put me on a different flight without charging me an extra $100. So, Jeff decided that he'd graciously drive me up to Sacramento tomorrow and spend the weekend with me and my friends (who are excited to see him anyway). So, I'll be with him until Sunday (YAY!) at which point he will return to LA and I'll have another day with my friend before flying home on Monday. I DID double check my flight into Portland, so that won't be an issue... hopefully. :)
Sigh.
Maybe there is a higher purpose in all my floundering about lately. I guess we'll never know.... So, in the meantime I'm definitely enjoying my stolen time with my husband. I'll keep you posted on my journey home.