Monday, December 29, 2008

Eighteen Eggs

Last week I accidentally left a carton of eighteen eggs in the trunk. About five days after buying them, I needed them for a recipe and wondered where they were. They never made their way into the kitchen and I found them in the trunk. Not wanting to take a chance on poisoning anyone, I put them in the refrigerator and told the family that they could chuck them into the woods when they had a chance. The last two pictures on the last post show Paul and Todd with a catapult about to chuck them into the woods. All the guys took turns splatting them on the trees. When some of them hit their mark they really exploded in a gooey mess and we all cheered. It may not seem like a big deal but it was actually a lot of fun.

Today is our thirty-fifth anniversary and I must say it is nice to be married to someone who took my mistake and made it so much fun for everyone including me. That's grace. That is probably the secret to many happy marriages.