Aaaaannnnnndddddd... I'm done with being mad, for now :)

Turns out the trip to buy the gift was the suckiest (pretty sure that's not a word?) part. Nobody asked any dumb questions, I didn't need to escape to the bathroom, and not the first tear was shed. Rewarded myself with some yummy Mexican food after. I'm not angry anymore, but someone forgot to transfer that little bit of info to my tummy. :(