I was in the break room today with a co-worker.
She was re-stocking our supply cabinet.
I asked her if it felt like she was playing "store"
like when we were little girls.
I told her about playing store in the cold room.
Mom would send us downstairs with all the groceries
and we would stock the shelves.
And then later she would send us down to get stuff for dinner.
And Every. Single. Time.
We would stand at the bottom of the stairs
And Yell.
"What was I supposed to get, Mom?"
Every. Single. Time.
It's a wonder she didn't go nuts!
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Update: SIX eggs today!
Awesome!
(I only have 7 layers... wonder who was slacking:)
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