Forgetful Traveler

It is inevitable I will forget something when I travel . . . .I go to Roma I forget all my meds, I go to the mountains, I forget my suitcase (well the kids forgot to put it in the car I prefer to say) and I come to Tracey's and I forget my liquids. I set them out so I could put them in the outside pocket and I totally went off without them. This isn't as bad as other trips and would be no big deal if Tracey was actually here, in her house, where I am at. But no, she is in Sonoma (I coulda gone there once but that is a blog for another day). So I am stuck with no liquids and no one to borry from . . . .thank you lord for the CVS.