It’s The Little Things…Like Eggs

First, you guys are crazy kind!!  Thank you for holding my thoughts and feelings about death and my Mom and life so kindly.  Seriously.

Second, here’s the deal…it doesn’t take much in my life to really get me excited, so I am insanely elated to report I have an egg couple in my life now.  I met the wife this week…they live just down the road with all their sweet chickens and roosters.  She is the sweetest, cutest women in the all land and I wanted to coax her into a long endearing hug…I imagined her hair smelling delightful…like homemade chocolate chip cookies or fresh bread…but realized this might give the wrong message and I did not want to send her or her fresh eggs running away just yet, so I restrained myself.

I was on the phone with Josh Kelley when she knocked on our door and I was all “I’ve gotta go.  My egg lady is here.  Bye.” Click.  It’s so silly, but I could not be more excited about my eggs and she said I can have them every Monday!!!!!  It’s the greatest news.  I’m afraid Josh might start sticking wooden screwers in his ears to keep from hearing about my new love for her and the eggs themselves.

And the eggs are beautiful.  So beautiful I went out and got egg containers so I could see them every time I open our fridge.  Yes, this is a huge glimpse inside the insanity in my brain.  But now I can give back their eggs containers immediately and recycling can commence all the while I can stare at our eggs for as long as my eyeballs please.

So if you ever wonder what I look like on Monday mornings…imagine my giant face grinning ear-to-ear with starry glistening eyes…my hair might be tousled just right as well 🙂 while I chat with the kindest lady who has just brought 3 dozen beautiful eggs to our house.  I think I’m going to make them cookies next week too because clearly they must be cookie loving people. They just must.

Happy Wednesday!