I discovered this sticky mess late this afternoon. It had been there awhile.
No one … I repeat … no one knew how it happened — or who did it.
I may have ranted and raved and raised my voice a bit.
Just a little bit, mind you.
And then …
I opened the carton and dropped two more.
On the floor.
What a chore.
I don’t look so hot with egg on my face … but my kids think I’m funny.
And scrambled.
Though I’m not a push over-easy.
I try to see the sunny side-up, even when life is a little hard-boiled.
