|The Egg Audience...|
On Saturday, the man and I went grocery shopping. We were being silly and stupid and our goofing off caused us to leave a box of eighteen eggs in the backseat of his car.
Not very bright.
When we went to parent-teacher conferences for the youngest kid, she discovered the eggs.
We brought them in to dispose of them after discussing how handy a whole box of rotting eggs would be when you had a case of road rage (not me. I am not an angry driver. Ever)
|A Happy Chap|
K2 opened the box and disappeared to find markers....
Every egg has a different face...
|Death by Pliers...|
It is any wonder that I teeter on the edge of insanity?