For dinner, I had nothing planned. We always have the standbys of spaghetti or hamburgers, but was kind of burned out on that from the lake weekend.
I opened the fridge, and lo and behold, saw the ingredients for tacos. I even found an ancient box of taco shells in the pantry, that came back to life after I put them in the oven for a few minutes.
This may not seem like a big deal, but I don't think that I've EVER had all the ingredients for an unplanned meal like that. I make tacos about once a year, because only I and The Big One like them. But now The Little One will eat them, so I'll have to keep the ingredients on hand all the time now.
Beats spaghetti every three nights.