Whenever I travel I am always nervous that I will forget something important at home. I am not sure why I worry about it so much as I can’t ever recall forgetting anything of substance at home. I surmise that my success in remembering things that I worry about forgetting is directly correlated to the amount of time I spend focused on worrying about remembering.  Not that life would end if I did forget something…there are stores in the places I visit. 

So here is the ritual as it went this morning (and yes, these items are listed in order of relative importance):

Makeup – check.

Underwear – check.

Bra assortment – check.

Cute shoes – check.

Blowdryer – check.

Flat iron – check.

General beauty supplies – check.

Jewelry – check.

Phone charger – check.

Camera – check.

Reading material for plane – check.

iPad – check.

Wits – oh crap, I left those at home. 

Oh well, at least I can still say that I never have left anything of substance at home.   😉

Day seven hundred and twelve of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C