What happened to Sunday?

I am normally a disorganized person, but today has been exceptional. Nothing has gone the way I planned it. Did I say the P word? That's a bit of an exaggeration in itself.

My wife let our eleven-year-old grandson invite a friend over to spend the night, and we told them to be prepared to get up and go to church this morning. So, of course, they didn't get to sleep until about 2 a.m. When she tried waking them, there was not a stir.

Since grandson's dad is currently staying with us because of a bad back (he mostly takes pain pills and sleeps), we went on to church and left them at home. When we got back, they were just in arousal mode and looking for breakfast. Granny cooked pancakes for them. Since she had plenty of batter left, we ate pancakes, too.

Which messed up our normal Sunday routine of walking two miles at the mall, then eating out (Red Lobster more often than not).

From there it went downhill. We finally did the walk and squeezed in a sandwich at mid-afternoon. So here I am at just before 7 p.m. blundering around at my blog, and my wife is thinking of scrambling eggs to go with a couple of left-over biscuits. (You probably found this post by clicking on "scrambled eggs.")

Ain't life grand?