Yesterday I smashed an egg in my purse.
What was a raw egg doing in my purse? Because I didn’t have anywhere else to put it, duh, and I had to carry a bunch of stuff in from my car. (Yes, there was a stray egg in my car.) So I put the egg in my Gap carry-all and promptly forgot it was there…..until I reached for my wallet later that night and put my hand in a big pile of cold egg snot.
The eggy mucous got all over everything: my Blackberry, checkbook, notebooks, my egg “ledgers”, my Coach wallet, the zipper of which is still sealed shut from egg glue.
Let this be a warning to you, egg eaters: Don’t walk around with raw eggs in your purse or pockets. Your Blackberry will never feel the same.
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I feel your pain. Yesterday I pulled on a coat I had not worn in about a month and discovered a broken egg in the pocket. Fun times cleaning that one up. Love the blog.
Classic, that is really funny Jessie or should I say egg queen!