Oh Jesus Christ on a hopped up pogostick! My fucking BC pills just went walkabout out of my purse. Half way in the middle of the month. Jeff came up with the brilliant (no sarcasm here, I didn't think of it) idea of opening the next package and starting it on the day that I'm supposed to be on. That way I won't have a totally messed up biological cycle for my wedding and I can deal with the weirdness of getting an extra package after the wedding. I'm just so bloody pissed about this! I just had them 24 hours ago in this very room.