no use crying over spilt eggs

i can’t decide if i’m lucky or just plain clumsy – maybe a little of both. you know the big cartons of eggs that you can buy? the gargantuous ones with like 5 dozen eggs that take up half your fridge? well, aaron and i have one of those in our fridge right now, and as i was taking it out last night it decided to declare it’s love for the stove by leaping out of my hands and spreading itself all over it. literally i was up to my ears in egg. aaron could do nothing but laugh at me as he tried to figure out how i managed such a disaster, but i have to consider myself a little lucky, because despite the fact that a few eggs sacrificed themselves in the name of love, i managed to salvage the majority of them. a couple of them were literally balancing between the oven handle and door, doing a little jiggle dance while oozing over my feet (i didn’t eat those :)), while others just rolled around the elements wildly. i ended up cooking a few more eggs than i had originally planned, but hey, a little extra protein never hurts.