remember when i forgot several things when i was packing for our trip last weekend? i thought i hadn’t done too badly with forgetting just the camera, batteries and my enbrel.

after work, joe swung by to pick me up, and we were on our way. that is, until i remembered that i had forgotten the father’s day cards in my car. we turned around and went back, and i grabbed the bag of cars and hopped back out. then, i remembered the *other* thing i had forgotten.

our suitcase.

how mad do you think joe would have been if we had gotten all the way to blue ridge before i remembered that i had forgotten our clothes? probably pretty mad.

i blame it all on friday the 13th.