After two hours in the kitchen, I have successfully boiled eggs...and made a huge mess. How does that even happen?! This is exactly why I don't cook.
Sidenote: I was informed of the recent egg scare today at work, and all the talk made me really want some eggs! Is that weird? Shouldn't I be running away from them and not toward them?!
Also, I just spent the last ten minutes crawling under my bed, throwing milkbones at (not to...I was too mad to throw them to) Layla in an attempt to get her to drop the napkin she snuck out of the trash. I was unsuccessful. Anyone know if it's okay for a dog to eat two paper towels? And no, I don't mean mentally okay; I'm well aware of the fact that she is certifiably crazy.
So now, I smell like eggs, I'm covered in carpet lint, and I'm keeping a close eye on my very absorbent dog. Be jealous!
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