Strange occurrences have been known to take place in my kitchen. I believe it is because this apartment was built on a graveyard, a graveyard of plaster and tile because my landlord is cool and re-gutted the apt and dumped it out back many moons ago. The trees and foliage have grown over it, but it is still there, haunting me. Anyway, i forgot what this was even about. Oh yes. Look what happened the other day. I cracked some eggs and--what the hey???
There was a hole in one! (<-- ha ha. i've found the title for this post) A spot on an egg yolk is disgusting. Cracking TWO yolks from one egg is probably a 5 times in a lifetime experience, and an exciting one at that (although it makes me think it was twins, which is also disgusting. Because twins are GROSS.) But a hole in the yolk?? Never in my life! I sure like using italics to add some emphasis. I sure do!
This post is dumb.