How stupid could I be?

So I decided that a good move toward riding was to clean my saddles. My friend and I are going on a trail ride in a few weeks, thought it was also a nice gesture not to have my non horsey friend ride in filth. So I dug out all my saddles and drug them to the garage, stand and all. Then I went on the hunt for my saddle soap and conditioner. Geez I couldn't find it. Reorganized the tack room a few months back with a friend. Looked in the boo boo goo drawer, as the conditioner is in a jar like fura ointment. It is an expensive German bee's wax goo, and the jar is white and orange. So, after searching every nook and cranny of the tack room, when I found it, bottom of jar broken and covered in dirt and grass at the bottom of my trunk with my saddle soap, thought nothing of it. Cleaned the jar, wrapped it in tape, labeled it, and proceeded to spend almost two hours cleaning and hand rubbing the conditioner...no rags. My saddle seemed a little sticky, but I figured since it was so danged hot....what ever. I grabbed my surcingle and decided to have a glass of ice water and a smoke before starting the next item. So I sat, and as the cool water passed my lips, I noticed something odd, peeking out behind my careful tape job. I scrunched a bit of tape down to notice the words...."water soluble antibiotic for the prevention of infection"WTF...I just spent an hour rubbing my $1500 dressage saddle with fura ointment. Apparently one time, I bought a jar that was not in the usual black container with neon yellow lid. It never occurred to me to read the jar. It is the only thing I own...I thought...in a white and orange jar. At least I know my saddle will never get an infection.Now where in the heck could that conditioner be. Guess I will start tearing apart the house.Good news is that I started hill therapy with Snookie. Her special feeding program is going quite well. I can lead her to and from the pasture with out a halter, and the others are learning not to rush the gate while I take her out. Snookie is enjoying the attention. Rose is jealous. What a brat. Squealing and rearing and running around when we leave. Begging for my attention when we return. Spirit, what a champ! He knows I am never coming for him, so his sweet face just politely asks for a cookie. BTW did I mention it looks like an Anna Sewell pasture. Rose is near black...like Black Beauty...Snookie, a dainty copper chestnut like Ginger, and Spirit a plucky little grey pony like Merrylegs. I love it...like my childhood dream come true!Savvy ON