The plan for today was . . . no plan. Put on the warm sweatpants and sweatshirt and be a couch potato for the day. Watch TV with hubby. Cook his favorite supper with his favorite dessert. First Sunday we’ve had without plans in a while.
But first, I have to mop the kitchen floor to get rid of the doggie foot prints. Then a quick trip to CVS to pick up a prescription. Use the drive thru and I can still wear the sweatpants. (I NEVER go out in public in sweatpants.) Called MIL (mother-in-law) to find out about paperwork she wanted me to take a look at. Something about Medicare Part D info (subject that’s a whole blog by itself). Okay, I can pick that up. Sweatpants still an option – MIL is family, not public. MIL calls back to see if I’d pick up a pound of ground round on my way over. That way she’s not out in the bitter cold that’s descended on us for the weekend. Okay . . I can do that. Grocery store is "public" and that means no sweatpants. Drat! Me and my "good daughter" complex.
Shower, do the hair, do the make-up, get out long johns and other warm clothes . . . find the boots. Gotta make this fast, the Daytona 500 starts at 1:30. Okay, get it all done and home by 1:45 – not bad. But the pre-race stuff doesn’t end until almost 2:30.
Soooo . . . . now I’m ready for couch time with hubby. I’m only a few hours behind schedule. On a day that was supposed to be schedule-less.