Time for a Vacation Perhaps

Paul and I are a little off today.  I keep dropping things, then hitting my head when I bend down to pick up the dropped thing, and then my spoon goes in the trash instead of the cherry pits, and I hit my head getting into the car...  I'm just out of sorts.  And Paul joined the club when he lost the eggs today.

He found them in the freezer.

Like a kid proud of the worms he dug up,

he showed me a peeled frozen egg.

And then he cooked it for Reuben.

I would never have thought to cook a frozen egg.

He thawed it in the microwave for 20 seconds,

then scrambled it and finished cooking it.

Who knew?

Now you do.