A Repeating Mistake

I keep forgetting my memory card and end up missing what could have been better shots.  Worked at home the whole day then hopped into the car and headed towards Hellegatsplein for more horses and a breath of fresh air, and then discovered shortly after I got there that my memory card was at home.  The old camera has enough memory for 46 shots but not the new one.  I could have had 50 coconuts dropped on my head.  Anyway, hot-wheeled it back home, snatched the card from the table, listened to hubby as he guessed what had happened, then drove off again in time for this.

Worked at home both on my work and on the genealogical data, and paid some bills.  That is always a nice feeling, no?