I look forward to the day that I can crack an egg without severe dread.
What is there to fear, you might ask.... and, well, you probably don't want to know. Let's just say that I prefer to have my eggs regulated... or at least glanced over by someone who knows if the egg was laid this century, and/or whether or not it had the potential to be hatched...
... I think I'm off omlettes again for awhile.
Ooooh. Please tally up all war stories and bundle them for maximum impact when negotiating departure dates. BHI or bust.
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