Never put all your eggs in someone else's basket!
The kids and I have been staying with my parents while we've been soaking up loads of family time during the Fourth of July holiday. It has been fantastic to spend time with my family. I am more than happy to leave our boring little routine behind for awhile and spend time with the people I love.
My mom maintains a little mini-farm here in the homeland. Among gardens and various animals, she raises a little flock of egg-laying chickens. These birdie-ladies are rather productive, gifting my parents with dozens of fresh eggs each week. They obviously can't consume that many so my mom has started a little egg-selling business. Over the past week I have been here, she's somehow managed to be gone every time someone comes a-knockin', willing to pay $2.00 for a dozen fresh home-grown chicken eggs. This has left me with the responsibility of peddling the eggs. So far I've done my best filling cartons and taking money. No big deal. But today...
Today, a woman came to the door asking for two dozen eggs. I was the only one home with the sleeping kids, but no problem; I can load an egg-carton like a pro. I went to the fridge, pulled out the eggs and filled two cartons. Eggs delivered. Money received. Woman pulls away laden with fresh farm eggs and I set the money on the kitchen counter, patting myself on the back for being so helpful.
My mom walks up to me with the carton I had pulled the eggs from, asking if these were the eggs I had given her customer that day. I confidently said yes, waiting for her praise for maintaining her little eggy-business while she had been gone. Instead:
"Evelyn. Those were hard-boiled eggs!"
Somehow, I don't think she'll be a repeat customer.