Spuddy Buddies

egg in a hand basket

It's Good Friday today. We don't celebrate but when we were kids we used to decorate our own eggs at home. It was fun and dangerous at the same time because I was always afraid that I would accidentally drop the egg. That would've been a disaster though not as big as the recent egg disaster we had at home.

My dad (who came to pick me and C up from school today, surprising the heck out of the other people because of the unconventional haircut and rocker stubble that he's sporting) decided to boil an egg in the microwave oven. Boil an egg in the microwave? Hello, Dad? Are you okay? Is work getting to you? How exactly do you BOIL an egg in the microwave???

So anyways, I wasn't there when he put the egg into the microwave oven but C was. She was drinking her glass of milk, unsuspecting and innocent. Then she heard an explosion. It was obviously the egg. I heard the explosion too but I thought that they were just playing with our naughty pooch. C ran up and told us that the egg burst and Mom wasn't pleased with Dad's intelligence or shall we say, absent-mindedness.. LOL.

Still, it was really funny and I couldn't stop laughing after that. Imagine all that yucky egg goo that had to be cleaned. Definitely not going to try cooking eggs in the microwave. Okay, I strayed from the topic of Good Friday. I think I inherited my dad's absent-mindedness. Heehee. Happy Easter Day, folks!