Yesterday, I wrote a synopsis of my love life from a year ago up until now. I decided not to put it up but it was a good venting exercise. Either way, the reason I needed to vent--my frustration, still exists. The truth is that I'm an emotional masochist and will always be.
On to other, more important matters, last night at about this hour, I was feeling quite hungry. I went downstairs and boiled three eggs. That is all. . .
Just kidding. There's more to the story than that. Anyway, I peeled these three eggs when I thought they were ready and one of them still felt squishy and not as solid as the rest. My brother was in the kitchen with me when this happened and he tried to stop me when I had the brilliant idea to microwave it, saying it would explode. I gave it thirty seconds. The egg didn't explode. I picked it up and put it near my ear to hear the ocean. I didn't. I heard a sizzling sound. I held it up to my brother's ear. He heard the sizzling sound.
"It's still squishy", I remarked and, holding it between my thumb and index finger, I squeezed it a bit. Then, with a sound like a Snapple bottle opening, it burst.
So, ha. Eggs don't explode when microwaved--they burst.
The moral of the story is.... it actually has no moral. I just wanted to say that there must have been some irony as the event of the Great Bursting Egg occurred soon after the post where I spilled the beans on my love life which was titled, "Testicular Reconstruction Surgery".
Let's go microwave something else,
Veronica
P.S. I have nothing to say. I just wanted to write "P.S.".
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