If so I've got a sure-fire way to fulfill your dreams:
Transfer all your stuff from your backpack to your purse EXCEPT for your wallet (that part is crucial) and then drive two little boys at least an hour away from your home to your nearest Target.
Take a picture of them looking cute in their double cart by the bikinis, but don't stop there!
Proceed to shop for a long time, taking full advantage of the fact that you don't get out to a Target very often because it is so far away from home and get every hard-to-find item on that list you have been keeping for weeks now.
Don't miss a single item, because you came here specifically for some of them and you really need them.
That's when that good old, uncomfortable realization will happen as you frantically dig through your purse... you know the one I'm talking about.
I guarantee success with this sure-to-make-you-feel-like-a-complete-moron plan.
It should be noted: If your husband works anywhere near (or actually kinda far...sorry Thomas) from this Target location he will be just a phone call away with his wallet perfectly intact because he isn't nearly as careless as you. He will have every right to make you feel even more like a moron...which will be helpful if that's what you're going for. If he is Thomas Robertson though, he won't make you feel that way. Which is what I was going for. (Did I mention I think you are neat and nice Thomas?)
Good luck with that. Let me know how it goes.