So I plan for some things in my life, not so much for others.

I planned to make this crockpot taco soup for Saturday dinner and this waffle recipe for Sunday dinner (which, I know, sounds like a weird combo to put in waffles, but it was soooooo good.  Jason and I used to have a favorite restaurant in Sherwood which served meat waffles:  the restaurant closed, but we’ll make sure their memory lives on).

I did not plan to have two children running around the house at 7:30pm with boundless energy as I was drifting off on the couch:  they wanted more planning; me, not so much.

I did plan on getting up, exercising, and taking a shower this morning.

I did not plan on noticing a puff of smoke in the bathroom, followed by a big BOOM as my hair dryer bit the dust.  The cord melted at the plug-in.  The only thing I can figure is that it twisted apart . . . or that I have bad electrical karma (as I retold the story of JJ almost burning down the house last year due to throwing a lamp in his hamper and then falling asleep for the night.  Oy.)

I did plan on making Toads in a Hole for breakfast and expecting a “difference of opinion” regarding how edible some people may find it.

I did not plan on, after having a request for a sprinkling of salt, for it to be consumed fully, followed by a banana, and a peanut butter and jam sandwich, and a handful of raisins.  The only thing that stopped the continuous consumption of food was the insistence that we were *not* going to live in our Super Mario World pajamas all day long and must, in fact, put on some real pants.  What a party pooper.

Leloo Dallas Multipass would say that was a couple of Bada Booms we had this morning:  some good, some other.  But what a way to start the week.

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