Dinosaur nests!

I was going to be fairl productive today but then I did that thing where you fall asleep early on the couch and wake up at 4:30am, lights ablaze, turn them off and go to bed upstairs and then don't get up until 11.

So.

See, this is why I don't know what to call it. I don't have a family name for it because I didn't eat eggs growing up. I'll ask my dad if he has a name for it, but I suspect he will not.

Last week I succumbed to the desire to buy a loaf of sliced bread so now I have to eat it all up before it gets moldy. Ooh, maybe grilled cheese for lunch...

Laps have been swum (more or less, I lost track of exactly how many I did (my goal is 8, you'd think I could manage to count that many! But no) but I was in the pool for half an hour so I think I did at least as many as I meant to and if I did extra that is fine) and groceries made. Looks like laundry and dishes for the rest of the day, with occasional breaks for walking the dog, drinking tea, etc.

My mom called them eggs in a basket.

The naming lends itself to the twist of the family, I do believe.

We called brussel sprouts shrunken heads, and for reasons of parental lore, pimentos were lizard tongues.

-t, there is something about swim counting that is annoyingly difficult. I use a lap counter, but I know a woman at the pool who uses something on her finger. She moves it around from pinky to thumb to count laps (starts at the pinky for lap one then slides it to her ring finger on the second lap).

I now want egg in a hole.

Hm, I like the idea of a physical thing to move around. I'll have to think about what might work for me.

I have a math degree, I should be able to figure out how to count to 8.

Ok, laundry time.

She uses nose plugs that pinch. Treats it like a ring.

I always called it toad in the hole.

Pinchy nose plugs, good to know. I am hoping I will have something lying around that will work, since I have an awful lot of things lying around.

I have gotten as far as moving all the to-be-washed laundry into the garage, I think. The sheer volume is pretty impressive. That is not all getting washed today. Fortunately, I just have to be able to dress myself for four days at the office this week; if I spend a little time prioritizing loads I should be able to manage that.

I hope the particular combination of laziness and being busy with other things that led to this laundrocalypse does not recur for a while.

So for breakfast I tried that thing where you cut a hole out of a piece of bread and fry the bread with an egg cracked in the hole (and fry the piece you cut out separately, of course, because what are you gonna do, not fry and eat some extra bread?) because I've never had that before. Pretty tasty! Fried bread is a little more delicious than toast. I wonder why - I'd've thunk bread+butter+heat would produce practically identical results. The browning of the butter in the pan, perhaps? A little extra burninating?

Egg In A Basket, which I just made for Matilda and myself, and am about to make for the just risen Emmett.

Matilda is obssessed with the fry-bread, and for her birthday, I'll cut little circles out of an extra piece of bread so she'll have so many extra rounds.