The response I received a half an hour later was:
Maybe one day you'll make it to the big league!
The nerve!!!!!! How dare he upstage me double egg style? However, I strongly feel he's cheating by using the the poacher. I mean, I slave away stirring at just the right speed to make sure everything works out correctly. Plus, check out my melty cheese and fresh cracked pepper. I can't determine who the winner is at this time.
But as I was saying, I was getting ready to go for a walk. The following things occurred to me on said walk.
1. I want to bring back groucho pants.
2. I need an elaborate plan to make friends with those 40 somethings a few streets over who are drinking beer and chilled summer wine, all condensation like, on their porches while its 90 degrees outside at 2:30 in the afternoon.
3. My current goals are a house, a writing career and a German Shepherd puppy who picks me from his hiding spot underneath a parked car.
I also came across this flower and fellow.
When I was a just a girl growing up in Waldorf, Maryland, my best friend and I would catch those moths and smear their wings across that type of flower so it would sparkle...I didn't harass the little guy this time and I know he was thankful of his fate.