Lately I’ve become enamored of over-easy eggs. I used to scramble them all the time, but a friend who sometimes invites me over breakfast always fries them over-easy. So now I scramble them only when making an egg sandwich.
This morning, when I was frying a pair of eggs for myself, I go to flip them over, they split off from each other, and one slips off the spatula and into the gap between the stove body and the burner.
If this is the most annoying thing that happens to me today, I’ll be grateful. And the good news is that I wasn’t out of eggs.
Landlord is here. I’ve already paid part of my rent for the month and I’d like to pay the rest, plus the late fee.
UPDATE (10 PM PT): My and my big mouth. My toilet stopped working.