Day did not start well
Flipped egg uneasy over
Landed on stove top
Cooked there anyway
Toast unattended burned some
Salted all and ate.
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One of those days, great haiku
It is that. Thanks.
This gave me an out loud laugh. Thank you. It sounds like something I would do.
I couldn’t believe what I had done. I learned something though. I coated the skillet with Pam which naturally coated the egg that made its cooking on the stove top easy. Clean-up was a breeze. Thanks for sharing my laugh.
We laugh so we don’t cry. Onward and upward, right?
Oh Yes. 🙂
This being human is quite the challenge some days. You may well have started a new trend.
Doesn’t work with oatmeal. All my best to you. 🐞
I laughed at your comment “doesn’t work with oatmeal”. I’m grateful that such surprises still happen. ooxx ❤