Rain cancels plans, upsetting some and delighting others.

If you want to make God laugh, inhale some helium then tell Him your plans.

My retirement plan is time travel to the 80s.

I’m officially at the age where I enjoy when people cancel plans.

Ever since I was a little girl, I knew I wanted to cancel plans.

Extrovert self made too many plans and now introvert self is pissed.

The hairdresser asking me what special plans I have for the day like this wasn’t it.

My friends have canceled our dinner plans two nights in a row. I’m starting to think they don’t like dinner.

Booked an escape room but just to get away from everyone. No plans of escaping.

I need one of those jobs they have in sitcoms, where it pays my rent but interferes with exactly zero of my social plans or situations.

‘I have a ripe avocado at home’ is my favorite excuse for cancelling plans.

I’m sorry that I’m canceling plans. I made them last week when I assumed that, by now, I’d be a different person.

Nobody has ever been more surprised than a husband hearing about his wife’s plans for the second time.

I had big plans to sleep in today, but my bladder canceled.

Is it just me, or does anybody else get excited about cancelling plans?

“Are you busy tomorrow?” That entirely depends on what you need me to do.