Eggs.
A Poem.
Eggs on the counter, you need to take stock.
Fresh, dropped in water, will sink like a rock.
But, if it floats to the top, like a log
Then, I'm afraid, it gets fed to the dog.
Wasn't that GREAT?
I wrote that.
Lieing in bed last night..
Thinking about eggs.
We made "breakfast burritos" for dinner last night.
And, while cracking a bunch of eggs, I remembered a video I saw on a blog.
But I can't remember which blog.
And it was all in Japanese anyway.
So I made my own.
With Kyle's help.
And Sabrina's support.
Clearly I need to practice.
And we need work on our video skills.
You gotta give it a try though.
It's pretty fun!
All you need is an empty water bottle.
And some eggs.
Slick as a whistle!
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