Dear God, why must my organisational skillz be cactus?

It was mother's day here in AU today.

To mark the occasion, and my mother's birthday last week, we all were invited to lunch at my mum's sister's house.

Let's see... Given the epic dysfunction already inherent in my life at present; what could go wrong?

On Friday night I managed to leave her gift on the train after work. In an ideal world this might not have been such a problem. Since the train terminated at my station and was duly shunted into the yards for the night one may have dared to assume that a phone call might be all that was needed to locate the errant parcel (as it was quite obviously gift-wrapped).

No. Such. Luck.

...and here I was feeling all pleased with my mad organisational skillz.

Never mind, I thought, I'll just have to order another - bring on Sunday lunch!

Luck and I are not speaking of late; so rather than turn up for lunch at my Aunt's house 15 minutes up the road from my house, I ended up at her other house. The one that's 15 minutes up the road from mum's place. The one that is 90 minutes FROM MY HOUSE.

For fuck's sake.

I give up.