You start a dozen eggs to boil for deviled eggs for a luncheon the next day, and you walk off. You know, you walk off to put the clothes in the dryer or maybe sit down and work in the study. And maybe about forty-five minutes later or so you hear some rattling and loud popping coming from God knows where. No, no it wasn’t a dog knocking over my trash can or gang warfare breaking out; it was eggs exploding all over my kitchen. All up the brick walls my stove is set into, in the grill, in the other burners, on the floor – everywhere - even eleven feet away! Ahh, the joy of battling two dogs that are trying to get every piece of exploded egg off the floor while you are trying to clean up almost a dozen exploded eggs.
I can’t even imagine the look on my face. Here it is four hours later and it still smells like burnt, exploded egg. Gross. So, if this hasn’t happened to you, and trust me you are really missing out, what ridiculous household, self-imposed mishaps have you gotten into?