There they were, two eggs, sitting in their little cardboard box in the fridge.
The last two of a dozen brought to me by my T, from her chooks.
I was standing in my kitchen looking at these eggs, knowing that I needed one of them for something, but I couldn't remember what.
So I put them back in the fridge and went about my day.
A little washing, a little sweeping, read the paper, shampooed my hair....usual Sunday stuff.
Still couldn't remember what I needed an egg for, so I hard-boiled both of them for sandwiches.
Fast forward to near dinnertime and I thought about preparing a frittata with the left over veggies from last night.
Mash the veggies together, add an egg........oh sh**!!
I ate spaghetti instead.
Sadly, It Was NOT a Penny!
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