And how many times does this have to happen before I remember??

OK. So, I was locked out of the MIL's house yet again this morning. I call Steve and say, "Did I leave my purse in the truck?" And, of course, his reaction is, "I don't know Jen and I can't exactly go check if it is or not." GREAT! I call T to see if I left it at her house since we had just been there last night for her Delicious Deep Dish Pizza. Nope. Not there. Damn, it's in the truck. I go next door and knock and knock and ring the door bell a couple of times. Finally she answers. Now, mind you this is not the first time this has happened. Yes, I know it is so hard to believe that right??? Just a couple of weeks ago I locked myself out because I had my keys hanging on a hook inside my MIL's house...So, I sit here and ask myself how many time this has to happen for me to remember my purse?!?!?!