Sometimes when Marty has a lot on his mind and we're out in public, like going out to run errands, I'll notice him look down at his legs with a sudden flash of panic.  "What's he doing?" I would wonder.  Turns out, he's checking to be sure that he remembered to put on his pants.  Like, in a hurry to get out of the house and with his mind running in different directions he maybe would have forgotten that detail.  And apparently he thinks that I'm the kind of wife who wouldn't say anything AND would be able to hold back the laughter if I spotted him driving down the road in only his underwear.  Every time this happens I think it's pretty funny and tell him so, then shake my head and think to myself "Now who could forget something so basic?"

Until today, when, for the second day in a row, I forgot to wear deodorant.  "How could you forget something so simple, so part of every single day?" you might ask.  Easy - the deodorant isn't in it's usual location on the bathroom counter.  It's still packed in my bag from the weekend.  "How could your bag still be packed, aren't there rules about unpacking bags at your house?" you're probably thinking now.  Yes, there certainly are, but Marty's been out of town since Saturday so the bags are still sitting by the door.  Luckily for me, he's returning home soon which means that we'll have to quickly unpack the bags and by tomorrow I should be back to my normal powder fresh self.