I came home tonight with great and marvelous plans.
I got off work at the normal time, stopped at the normal little market on the way home to get the pork chops I planned to fry up in the pan along with various and sundry other items. We were going to have us a feast tonight. Pork chops, mashed potatoes, pan gravy, corn on the cob, green beans and fresh tomatoes.
My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
And then....and then I got home.
The Boy in his infinite wisdom had decided I wasn't going to cook tonight, so he'd just finished a can of vegetable beef soup. Besides, his throat was sore and he didn't think he could swallow pork chops. So after I got home he had half a gallon of ice cream to "help" his sore throat.
Hubster was still fighting a head cold and complaining that he wasn't hungry. Besides, he couldn't taste anything anyway, so why bother cooking?
So, out the window went the marvelous meal I had planned for this evening. Instead, we watched television until we got hungry, then got up and had sandwiches.
I just want it put on the record that I REALLY WAS GOING TO COOK TONIGHT.
And I've got the chops to prove it.