Today, I was embracing the wife in me,
and I decided to attempt to make the wonderful
homemade rolls my mom makes so amazingly.
I even had to knead the dough and everything.
(My mom doesn't do that, I'm just too poor,
and don't own a kitchenaid. Someday.)
Well, as I reached into the egg carton
to pull one out this is what I found instead...
feathers.
Wait...
Yes.
FEATHERS.
I could not believe for a second that I had
actually just pulled an egg out of the carton
that still had feathers on it!
Don't they go through and inspect these things?
I checked it at the store to make sure none were broken,
but I didn't think I would have to flip each one over
and see if any still had the chicken attached.
I had about 3 1/2 minutes where I ran around
my apartment screaming and thinking I was
going to throw up. You know that gag thing
you do right before you do actually toss the cookies?
Ya. That is what I was doing.
It is a good thing Erik was at school,
because I was probably over reacting, but still...
Feathers.
Not only feathers, but some other
orangish-yellow thing that has me convinced
it is part of another chicken.
Instead of throwing it away,
I secretly put it back in the carton
(upside down)
and now I am just waiting for Erik to find it himself.
Is that mean?
I don't think so.
I actually think it is funny, because I know
he will make an even bigger scene than I did.
Well, enjoy the rest of my feathered-egg pictures.
For some reason I blanked on how to turn this one around.
Sorry.
Happy Thursday!
(I hope you don't find feathers on your eggs.)
