Inescapable Pancakes!

I am tired and grumpy. We have house guests who flew in from France yesterday so we already did one major dinner - on a Monday night no less! Between the wine I consumed and having jet-lagged people wandering around talking on the phone at 4 am. I am not my perky self today. Now we add in Fat Tuesday and the French hankering for "Crepes" this evening, plus a premonition of what my kitchen will look like after husband has spread flour and eggs everywhere, and you get the picture. I almost hope he really does burn us down tonight. We have a family motto that has stuck over the years: If there's no Fire and no Flood how can you call it a party?