So nearly every morning I take a hard boiled egg to work.
We buy an 18 pack and boil them all at once so that as I leave for work, I can just throw one in my bag each day.
It is a great way to curb my appetite in between breakfast and lunch.
So Duke was in charge of boiling the last batch of eggs. This morning I reached in, grabbed an egg and threw it in my bag. When I got to work and took it out to peel I noticed something strange. My egg looked dingy and it had a burn mark on one side.
To all that is holy... how do I survive this day to day? (medication)
So I called the Duke up on the phone and inquired as to WHAT THE NUMBNUTS HAPPENED TO MY EGG!
Here's the official transcript:
Me: "Hey, uh... something go wrong with the eggs yesterday?"
Duke: "What eggs?"
seriously, what eggs... he asked what eggs?
Me "Yeah, dumbass. My reproductive EGGS! What eggs do you think?"
Duke "Oh... heh.. yeah, the ones I boiled up after work? Well, I put them on to boil and forgot about them. I took a nap and when I woke up the were smoking and on fire. I guess the water had evaporated... heh..."
Me "Wow. That's awesome! Did you really not think it was stupid to put them back in the container as if we would actually use them with their insides like rubber?"
Duke "Cool! I wonder if they bounce?"
sigh.... I found the pot he used. he put it back in the cupboard with the black circles and scorched sides still visible. I guess he figures you can't get anymore sterile than extreme heat and flame.
The funny thing is, when I got home from work last night, I wondered why all of the windows were fogged up through out the house.
It's not always necessary to reach out and touch the ones you love when the middle finger will do... -Chief
Okay so I hope you have been thinking about What You Meant to Say so you can play along this week! I have a post scheduled so I expect everyone to unload all their demons this Wednesday! Come link up!