Yesterday morning I was laying in bed thinking about my plan. My life plan, that is. I just laid and laid and laid there as the minutes ticked away. Tick, tick, tick. My poor hub had already gone back to work after the holiday break, and my poor kids were still crashed out from our late night movie/popcorn/Sprite party. And poor me, I was just laying there, thinking, thinking, thinking about my plan.
Glad I did it though because I was able to conjure up a vague outline of an obscure rough draft of a six-and-a-half-year plan.
Six and half years.
That's how long I have left until my twins graduate from high school. GULP!
I would tell you about my six-and-a-half-year-plan but it's top secret.
Word: Always keep your plan vague and obscure and top secret. That way no one can sabatoge your plan but you. And that way no one will ever know if you don't follow through with your plan. They'll just think, oh, I guess she meant to not do that.
Kinda like when my daughter trips or slips and falls and cuts her head open she always jumps up immediately and calls out, with blood dripping down her face, "I MEANT TO DO THAT!"
If your vague outline of an obscure rough draft of a plan doesn't come to fruition, alls you have to do is jump up and call out, "I MEANT TO NOT DO THAT!"
P.S.S. Remember how I was preparing that YW lesson on Sunday? Well, when I showed up to church two of my Laurels had come prepared to teach a combined class lesson about virtue. And guess what? They didn't use the lesson manual either. They used the more current, hip, trendy Preach My Gospel manual.
Smarter than the average Yogi Bear, these youngins! Resourceful too.