In the middle of posting on Contrarienne for the first time in three weeks (happy spring, everyone! and thanks, Mardie on FB for reminding me it's time to put those sweet peas in [and fertilize the roses]) I decide I'm hungry. Suddenly, without warning my Eggie egg and toast hops onto the floor. And it wasn't even butter side up. My last egg, too.
What more could the day bring? News at 11.
Eggie, the microwave cooker.
Welcome back..but an "eggie" thingie? I knew something happened to you when you started sending all those pets and things on FB.
ReplyDeleteI would've foregone all those pets and things, except people were sending them to me and I felt I had to respond. Then, it grew. Besides, some of them are funny. The snow penis, for instance.
ReplyDeleteOn second thought, I HAVE gone soft and you called me out. The eggie thingie is a good tool, though, if you like soft boiled. 3 min.
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