when plans go south.

We hoped to admire the cherry blossoms blooming at our state capital.

Instead Sparky shivered and screamed, "I want to go home" for a half an hour while other pedestrians scowled at me like I was the worst mother in the universe.

Never-mind that home was an over-two-mile walk back.

I can't count the many times that my good intentions have not yielded a fruitful outcome. Sorry cherry blossoms. Maybe next year.

Just when we reached pinnacle of misery, I remembered that there was the sweetest coffee house, just down the street.

I tell you what; the freezing cold walk to the cafe sure helped them to appreciate their bagels and hot chocolate.

I've never seen them so well behaved in public.

I'm counting my blessings.