Monday Morning Mistakes

I had every intention of bringing one or both of the egg-shaped things pictured above with me to work this morning. Because, you know, eggy goodness reasons. I’ll leave it to you to debate exactly which of those two I was looking forward to work more enthusiasm (hint: it was probably the chocolatey one filled with peanut butter, which only makes sense seeing as breakfast was, after all, the meal in question).

Unfortunately, though, my 7:30 AM pre-coffee brain is generally about as effective at remembering to take things with me as a piece of notebook paper is at serving as a flotation device. Which is to say, yeah, I almost forgot to put on pants, let alone take my eggs with me.

Disappointment, thy name is forgotten eggs.

Incidentally, Forgotten Eggs would be a sweet band name. Feel free to use it with my blessing (I’ll happily settle for a paltry 10% cut of gross receipts).

Luckily, try as they might, my children did not succeed at consuming all the eggy goodness before I got home from work. You’ll be glad to know, then, that, yes, I have corrected this morning’s egg-related errors. Rather deliciously, I might add.

Hopefully I’ll do better at remembering tomorrow. Because something tells my the kids are going to win the daily race for Reese’s, and probably sooner rather than later.

Pud’n