When your day begins like this, you have a choice. You can get annoyed at yourself for being clumsy, or perhaps just laugh and let the dog lick it up. (Damn dog, what good is she anyways? Miss Fancypants Molly happens to prefer her eggs cooked.)
I've been carrying around some scrambled egg brain for many months now. Some days I want to share my scrambled thoughts here, some days I want to start a new blog where I can really vent, and some days I fail to have the courage to fake it. It's time to unscramble, and make sense of these thoughts dancing around in my head. Until then... please be patient with my absence.