I have fifty-four eggs in my refrigerator. Yes, 50 and 4 . . . or 18 + 18 + 18.
Why, you ask, are there 54 eggs in my refrigerator? That’s a good question!
Easter come early? Nope.
A craving? Goodness, no! (I’m a not so distant egg-hater.)
An egg-stravagant give-away? I wish.
Instead I have found myself with 54 eggs, three cartons of 18 eggs, because I have apparently developed early onset memory-loss. Or maybe I just have four kids and too many activities. And maybe, just maybe I didn’t remember that there was a full carton of eggs in the fridge when I told Handsome to grab some eggs when he was in that isle getting butter. And then, maybe, just maybe, an hour later when I was at the big box store I forgot that I had told Handsome to get said eggs. And maybe, just maybe, I laughed out loud and wished (again aloud) for Easter come early when I opened the fridge to put away what I found to be the third full carton of eggs.
I think it’s time to slow down a bit!
And find some good egg recipes.
Got any?
haha that made me laugh! So nice to see your blog pop up in my reader tonight. I miss you!
Oh, that’s funny. I guess you’d be start baking!
And I’m with Anna. I love to read what you write!
Sounds like you all should practice egg decorating! Or..you could make a lot of coconut macaroons!!! Enjoy the eggs!
Who knows, maybe God has it planned for a service opportunity, know anyone who is financially struggling and who could use some eggs?