Scrambled eggs...
There comes a time ,when you find yourself walking aimlessly around the house, 9 months pregnant, in dirty p.j.'s and sobbing your eyes out, that you must ask yourself one simple question... WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME I ATE SOMETHING?
If the answer is... "Last night at the Commodore, I choked down a miniature baked potato just because I was feeling nauseated." ... then the best plan of action is to immediately apologize to the children for yelling at them, then to the dog for threatening to 'turn her out on the streets', then to your husband for calling him at work sobbing "You did this to me!"... then quickly make your way to the kitchen and scramble a few eggs (for heaven's sake).
No... the apocalypse will most likely not occur within the fortnight, you don't need to check yourself into the nearest mental institute, or clean every rung on the new crib... it's not even time for you to do your 'devotions' or pray and ask the Holy Spirit to minister to your soul.
Sometimes the simplest things in life can solve the most dramatic problems... SCRAMBLED EGGS.
If the answer is... "Last night at the Commodore, I choked down a miniature baked potato just because I was feeling nauseated." ... then the best plan of action is to immediately apologize to the children for yelling at them, then to the dog for threatening to 'turn her out on the streets', then to your husband for calling him at work sobbing "You did this to me!"... then quickly make your way to the kitchen and scramble a few eggs (for heaven's sake).
No... the apocalypse will most likely not occur within the fortnight, you don't need to check yourself into the nearest mental institute, or clean every rung on the new crib... it's not even time for you to do your 'devotions' or pray and ask the Holy Spirit to minister to your soul.
Sometimes the simplest things in life can solve the most dramatic problems... SCRAMBLED EGGS.
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