I ate squeaky eggs this morning.
When my kids were young, I frequently made them eggs…which I now know they hated. If by chance I overcooked the eggs, the kids said they squeaked when they ate them. Mine did some squeaking this morning.
My mind is in thirty directions. Not only is my head not in the game, I’m trying to get ready for work. A double whammy. Hence, squeaky eggs.
It’s a beautiful morning and I wish I could enjoy it just for a second. This overthinking head of mine is just not cooperating.
I hope you are enjoying the start of your day, and that it is squeaky-eggless.
Be safe and be well. ♥️