Every other Thursday, my husband and I are supposed to have a date night.
This morning, our babysitter called and said it wouldn't work out this week.
Aside from the disappointment, I realized I didn't have anything planned for supper. After assessing the pantry I decided I had everything I needed to make some simple burritos. Not exactly exciting, gourment, date night fare, but at least we could eat.
Then this afternoon, the Schwans man rang the doorbell. He delivered the meal I'd almost forgotten about - ordered months ago from a fundraiser Keith's office manager's daughter was doing.
Chicken Cordon Bleu, Wild Rice Pilaf, and French Baguette Bread.
Sounds good to me!