You'd think I'd have issues with eggs, given my extreme slimey texture issues, but no.

Deavid, and JZ, how scary and may everything turn out ok.

It actually feels cooler out. And the fireflies are back. They absented themselves during the worst of the heat. Either that or I was too cooked to notice them.

Jars is my sister in egg hate. The smell of eggs frying and the smell of hardboiled are completely different and yet equally hellish. And that's before they ever get near your mouth.

Scrambled or omelets I can do, though.

My perfect egg - ita fonted:

soft boiled or poached, white 100% solid, yolk 100% liquid.

Cake is the perfect egg-delivery mechanism, as it requires them, and yet there is no hint of the actual taste of the eggs.

You are a woman of refined taste.

I have pie.

I'd like the wealthy man to come seeking me. My ego demands nothing less. In fact, there should be a dating site where wealthy men get to compete over me.

I've worked up to being able to eat about 2/3 of an egg scrambled with twice as much cream with spices and veggies and stuff. I still eat around the egg in fried rice, mostly. I don't think I could face boiled or fried.

Which is a bummer right now because I am really hungry and there isn't hardly any food in the house. But there are eggs.

Eggs aren't food, so much as they are ingredients. They're absolutely brilliant at that, and middling to fucking sucking poor as food.

Hm. I do have flour and sugar.

You know what I love about my friend who threw the bbq? She makes tons and tons of devilled eggs. Which I slurp down. Love them.

Oh, god. She said slurp in the same post as the e-word.

OK, there was just an ad for the movie Barnyard on. Am I mistaken or is the cow with prominant UDDERS voiced by a MAN?

That's gonna confuse the hell out of some kids. I'm sure having the appropriate distinguishing anatomy might offend the parents of some childrens but still! Make it neuter! It's a time honored cartoon technique.