See, we are having company over tonight for dinner and I thought we should have something available for desert should someone so choose to have a sweet tooth. As I am adding the eggs, an incredible thing happened. The last egg cracked perfectly around the center line with no additional radiating cracks. It. Was. Amazing. I showed it to my husband who so gallantly pointed out to me that this is exactly the type of thing you blog about! "If it is cool enough to show someone, then it is cool enough to blog about." See, being new to blogging, I don't always catch these things so he helps me along.
Anyway, so I put the two perfectly halved shells on a plate to the side so I could finish making the cake and then take a picture later. One problem with that plan. By the time I was ready to take the picture, half the shell was gone!! Knowing the cat likes to steal cool stuff of mine (hair ties, paperclips, lids to bottles, my shoes), I determine she must be the culprit. Upon questioning the suspect on the whereabouts of my stolen treasure, this is the reaction I got:
Just like her to try to play coy with me. I figure if I find the evidence, then she can't deny the act because I could run DNA testing on the cat saliva I was bound to find on the stolen treasure. So I enlisted the help of my gallant husband who them found the second part of my perfectly halved egg shell crushed...CRUSHED...under the shoe rack by the door. My miracle...destroyed. It was a dark time in my life.
Now I know what you might be thinking. If my husband found the crushed shell, perhaps he planted it and crushed it himself. I suppose if he was the malicious type that would be a rather fitting way of crushing my blogging dreams, but given the fact he is the one who suggested the blogging idea to begin with, I doubt he would do such a heinous act. It is much more likely that the cat did this as part of her devious plan to rule the world. Now to confront the accused with the evidence:
How Sad.
And the other half is so perfect...so straight...like they both used to be.
Not even a crack anywhere else.
How do you think the defense will plead? My guess: Meow.
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