It's Hard For Me To Say I'm Sorry

Yesterday was pretty rough. I spent most of the day cleaning and cooking for a family get-together, so I was already unhappy. We went to the Draper Temple open-house and came back to our apartment to have dinner and celebrate birthdays. I had attempted to make a cake earlier, but it didn't work, so on the way back, Allen and I stopped at Costco to get a cake. I know I had my phone with me when I left Costco, but it must have fallen out of my purse between the front door and the car. So when we got home, everyone else was already there, and they told me that my phone had been run over at Costco and was at their service desk. My knee-jerk reaction was to go get it then, because I couldn't do it this morning, and I really can't function without a phone. So I left the party I had put together, and my Mom was in her worst-case-scenario mode. Apparently Allen 'checked out,' and the party just deteriorated with sick kids and people who had to drive back to Logan, etc., etc. Most everyone left before I got back, although Dave, Lex, Noah and Sarah stuck around. Things seemed pretty calm by then, so I didn't know what really happened until I was messaging Rachael this morning. So I'm sorry for all the drama. I'll be getting a different phone; I don't know when or how, but it will all work out. Thanks for coming, everyone. I love you!