I am so paranoid about the passport and the extra credit cards that there is a note in my suitcase, a note next to the pet sitters sheet, and a note on my to pack/to do list that says make Cindi (my wife) show you the travel documents.

The sad part is, she is about 1000x more organized than I am, and it's pretty silly of me to question her.

All of that aside... I have forgotten socks a couple of years. I do like to do a dress up dinner, and dressy shoes with no socks just does not work. This is not 1985, nor am I a star in Miami vice... I need socks with dress shoes.