I hate myself.

And for good reason. I managed to lose not only my prized turtle necklace... but also the three rings I had with it. For some idiotic reason I felt it necessary to remove said jewelery from my moms backpack for fear of forgetting, or them falling out of the pack. Unfortuntaly, for reasons unknown to me or my mother, I did not put said jewelery on, but left it in my lap, as I drove away for a healthy lunch at Jimbo's...Naturally! But between the time that I left my mothers pool post-swim, and when we got out at Jimbo's...Naturally! pre-feeding, I no recollection of where the jewelery went too. Not in my purse. Not in her purse. Not in her car. Not on my neck and fingers.

Now to spend $30 running ads in the classifieds of the two local papers in Carmel Valley.....

Shitfaceassholebitchcowbastardcocksuckingmotherfucker.