I’m going to be honest. I always mix up three commonly used phrases about plans not going, well, according to plan:
1. The road to he** is paved with good intentions.
2. Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans.
3. The best laid plans…
See, there on that last one–I never could remember the clause that followed, so inevitably the thoughts running through my head would be something like, “Good intentions come from the best laid plans” or “The best laid plans lead to he**.” [Thankfully, I never repeated to myself “Life is what happens on the road to he**”]
Considering I tend to live my weekends “up in the air” as far as plans go (at least until sometime midday Friday when everyone seems to freak out about NOT having plans and wants to make some), I can’t say that I have to worry too much about plans not working out as I intended. But there are often things I never planned on happening anyway.
At least I HAD planned to sit for a little while in the customer service lounge at the Ford dealership, and thus, had some froth to read as I wiled away the hours. (After The Cookbook Collector, I needed something not-so-intense.)(I don’t use that much Splenda for such a little cup…I just like to smuggle them when I find them for any unplanned Splenda emergencies.)
I certainly didn’t plan to spend my entire Saturday afternoon sitting there while my sweet little car was poked and prodded until finally it was determined that the pulley they needed to fix would, in fact, be able to be fixed that day.
My plan to read was shot to heck, as I clearly hadn’t planned on the Ford customer lounge to have a flat screen and Direct TV from which I was able to view 27 Dresses (and James Marsden in all his “I am a scruffy newspaper reporter” hotness).
I definitely didn’t plan on having to go for so long without eating,* and finally giving into the stress-relief that is Diet Coke.
*nor failing as the self-proclaimed “Snack Queen”…having NOTHING in my purse
(As I told the Ford technicians as I wrote the unplanned-and-ginormous check for fixing my car….some people drown their sorrows in alcohol. I choose artificial sweeteners.)
I had planned on buying my students a sweet Valentine’s Day treat of chocolate…but then I remembered how much they loved when I brought them fruit for Christmas (and have talked about it repeatedly since)……so I bought them oranges instead. [This entire box costs as much as a bag of chocolate, I’ll have you know.]
*On Sundays, in Austin, they are one in the same….everywhere you go.…but I did NOT plan on $1.50 guava mimosas (yes, I said guava mimosa)……nor to be slightly SUNBURNED afterwards. Sunburned? In February?) (And don’t worry, there will be more to come at a later date on that delicious dining experience…)
I had planned to watch Pirate Radio with my roommates on Friday night, but I didn’t plan on us all loving it so darn much. [Go see it! Now! Laugh out loud! Love the music!]I had planned on making a gluten-free pizza for Jess @ ATX Gluten-Free‘s Gluten-Free Pizza Fest. I had the recipe ready and everything. But then I walked into Sprouts and was greeted by this beautiful sticker……on this Rustic Crust pizza “dough”…
But that plan was shot when I stumbled upon these beauties:Oh, and THIS one:And did I forget to mention the not one……but TWO of these?[This might not look like that awesome of a deal…but they charge $5.50 for Oikos normally!]
And, I mean, how could I leave the soy milk behind? I mean, really. [$1.50 down from $4.00? And a best buy date in mid-March? Yes, ma’am, I will take that. Thanks.] The Clearance Queen strikes again! [And now you know why my roommates secretly hate me and I should probably move into my own place…or at least build myself my own kitchen. Our fridge is out of control. They never planned on this sort of yogurt obsession.]
Speaking of yogurt…I had planned on using my voucher for $10 worth of frozen yogurt (for which I paid $5 at Yo So Cool* this weekend.
*Such an unfortunate name, really. They are running out of puns involving yogurt and it’s abbreviations, aren’t they?
I did NOT however, plan on walking away with this much fro-yo.Surprise! Unplanned discovery of whole lychees at the topping bar [added, along with blueberries, blackberries, and strawberries to a mix of tart, cake batter, mango, coconut cream, and pistachio yogurts]……and unplanned surprise #2 of chocolate-covered sunflower seeds! [same blend of yogurt with a little strawberry-banana and cheesecake thrown in for kicks]
I planned on keeping them in the freezer until a later date. That plan has worked (so far).
My “do not buy any more winter watermelons” plan failed miserably.
Did you know Weight Watchers sponsors watermelons now, and not just Jennifer Hudson?
I had planned to pass right on by the Girl Scouts at the g-store, as I have done for a few weeks now, avoiding the temptation of these:But that plan failed miserably. [Luckily for my wallet, they were out of Thin Mints.](Can we please all take a moment to remember when these were called Samoas? Thank you.)
Turns out (as y’all Smarties probably knew), it is “the best laid often go awry,” or originally (from Robert Burns’ poem “To The Mouse”) “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men*/ Gang aft a-gley”….which apparently means the same thing? [No wonder I could never remember it. Who can remember gang aft a-gley? Except now. Now you’ll never forget it.]