So some days (ok, some weeks) we don't menu plan.
We go to church with nary a chicken nor a beef roast in the crock pot. This is mostly unintentional. CBS Sunday Morning was on and there was a story about old people collecting art for the sake of art and then there had to be showers and hair washing and three of four wardrobe changes for the girl (red power ranger suit does not a church outfit make), and we had houseguests.
And the weather... well, it was just too beautiful to not take advantage of it.
Throwing caution (and $20) to the wind, we embarked on an impromptu picnic in the grass of the art gallery. A meandering 3 year old explored metal sculptures. A free story-time was offered for preschoolers in the vestibule of a japanese water garden. For every one of us, a near-perfect moment in time.
"We could've never planned this," Matt says. The blue sky, the autumn breeze, the warm footpath, or the gallery storytime.
It's true: we could've never planned this.
So sometimes, we don't plan at all... and see where the wind takes us.
When was the last time you said, "Forget the crockpot; I want sandwiches in the park!"?