Why does everything have to go wrong this week?

After the fiasco with the airline yesterday, I thought everything that could go wrong had gone wrong this week.

I was wrong.

Grandpa's prognosis isn't good. Nobody is expecting him to last more than a couple of weeks. Hell, even Grandpa isn't expecting to last more than a few days. I'm leaving in two days to go to IL for a week and a half.

I haven't got any dress clothes that fit. I'm thinking I may be needing dress clothes for the trip. :(

Ok, so I ordered a dress, a skirt, a blouse, and two pairs of shoes. They all got here today, and guess what fits? Only the skirt. Yay.

I can't take anything else going wrong. I just can't.