You'll never guess what's chillin' in my fridge right now.
It was found in the last nesting box in the row in the Hen House.
That's right, uh huh. We got our first egg. James found it on Weds morning.
And I went a little insane.
I was Steve Martin in his celebratory dance when his son caught the winning ball in Parenthood.
I became Jimmy Stewart doing his little parade dance to lock the remaining two dollars in the bank vault in It's a Wonderful Life.
I channelled Tom Hanks after he made fire in Castaway.
From the way I carried on, you'd think I'd laid the egg myself.
I searched the intenet in vain to find a crafty way to display my first egg on the wall at the entrance to my home to be preserved for evermore like the first dollar in a Mom and Pop business.
Instead I have taken some photographs.
The second picture? That's MY EGG sitting pretty and all snuggled up with MY VEGETABLES that I have grown.
I AM SELF-SUFFICIENT!
I AM A HOMESTEADER!
I AM A SUSTAINABLE-LIVING-FREAK!
I will close now. I am off to make a one-egg omelette with tomatos, peppers, scallions, and basil, with some cucumber slices on the side.
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