Well, burnt eggs smell worse. I promise. If you don't believe me, our house will probably smell like it all week so feel free to stop by.
I started to boil some eggs for Anna Grace's lunch at preschool tomorrow. Then, I forgot about the eggs and decided it was bath time. Let me just tell you, bath time ends quite quickly when you smell BURNT EGGS. We raced to the kitchen and found this:
I rushed to open the back door, then went back to the kitchen to open windows and dispose of the eggs. I looked around and panicked because I didn't see my little shadow. I found her outside in all of her glory. I hope she forgives me for posting this one day.
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