The Incredible, Edible Egg

One of John's Dallas coworkers just moved to Atlanta to work on the same project John is working on, and she and John will be carpooling sometimes. Today was the first day. As John was leaving he said "Remember, you have the car today. You can go somewhere." "It's 18 degrees outside! Where would I go?"

After an hour and a half of waiting for the temperature to rise (and rise it did, to a whopping 22 degrees!), I bundled up myself and the girls and headed for the store. Oh, the wind! It was bitter! Shopping went great, the produce girl brought me fresh grapes and cherries from the back, the kale was perfect, and I found 4 green striped cereal bowls for $0.25 cents each. On the way home I stopped at Einstein Bagel, the only drive-through food establishment within 10 miles of our apartment. I was able to get a parking space right by the elevators, unloaded all the groceries, unloaded the kids, the started transferring the groceries from elevator bay to elevator, with the paper grocery sack ripping more and more with each move. Libby helped, moving the cold groceries that were in plastic bags. She grabbed one bag and literally chucked it into the elevator. I watched it sail through the air, seemingly in slow motion, before clattering to the ground and spilling it's contents, including a carton of eggs. I heaved a sigh, and before I could say anything, Libby tripped on a bag of cheese and fell backwards, landing squarly on the eggs. "Surely", I thought, "surely not one egg survived that".

I finished loading the elevator, tracked down Jaina (behind the door playing with a leaf) and we made our way up to the 4th floor. On the way, I picked up the carton of eggs, and gingerly opened it. Not one single egg was broken. How, how, how did that happen!? Eggland's Best eggs truely are the best if they can survive an encounter with a two-year-old.

And let me add that while the high today is 32 degrees, somehow the snow passed us over and is currently dumping 6 inches on my hometown of Cary, NC. Unfair to the nth degree, I say.