Crying over spilt …er….egg?

Just an observation. As I was making some breakfast… an egg decided, instead of going into the hot frying pan, that it would make a break for it. It made a poor decision… plummeting six feet to a gruesome death. It is amazing how much mess one egg can make. I understand now why um… bad naughty kids throw them. I like ants outside. Outside only. Indoor ants die die die. Yes it is a slow week for entries. heh.

And happy birthday blockhead. A.K.A. nIVEK and other undesirable things.