You always forget something...

I forgot to mention the very funny aspect of my trip to Phoenix last week.

Remember now that I had literally 45 minutes to get Alex and I packed and to my parents house.

You always forget something when you pack, right?

Tuesday night, I'm going through the suitcase. I have finally broken the curse. Everything that we need is there. Alex doesn't have nice clothes for the funeral, but we knew that and Dave and Lorena went and got him some (Zack, too). Toothbrushes, deodorant, underwear, all that, totally there!

Friday morning, I'm getting on my clothes for the funeral (see, didn't forget those either).

I put on my right shoe.

I go to put on my left shoe and think "hm, that's weird, if this is my right shoe, why didn't the left shoe hurt when I put it on my right foot?"

I take the shoe off my right foot and put the right shoe on. I put the shoe on my left foot and my face falls with the realization that...

I brought two right shoes!!!!!!!!

I have no left shoe.

How is this possible, you wonder?

I have two pairs of shoes for work - they are identical. One set is more battered than the other and I wear those on shifts where I only open and don't have to see guests.

The two pair sit next to each other on the shoe rack. I grabbed two shoes and shoved them in my suitcase, assuming they were an actual set.

Two right shoes. Luckily, I only had to wear them for about 2 hours.

You always forget something, right?