So, like I said, I'm sitting in the kitchen, just reading some Facebook messages, and the doorbell rings, and I think, "Shoot" because I'm in my pajamas (and no I didn't just change into them... truth? I've been wearing these since 9pm last night), but I get up and answer it anyway, because, you know, like I said, culinary schools, and sitting on the doormat is another gift for the Twelve Days of Christmas. Six Geese a Layin'. And there at my front door is a carton of six fresh eggs.
EGGS!! Six of the most beautiful eggs I've ever seen. And I can't even begin to tell you how thankful I am for those eggs. Those six, white, round, smooth, lovely, egg-filled EGGS! I feel like I'm going to FEAST tomorrow. I can make blueberry muffins for breakfast, or pancakes, or scrambled eggs, or freakin' QUICHE if I wanted to, because now I have SIX WHOLE EGGS! It's like the egg lottery!! Like the egg gods have smiled upon me in all their yolky glory. Like I've been visited by the Egg Fairy, who I imagine looks an awful lot like just a giant hen, but with much more glitter on her wings. I have EGGS!!
I just want to dance around singing, "I've got EGGS! And I know how to use them..." (yes, that's ZZ Top, mildly altered for my purposes) or "I love eggs, from my head down to my legs" (the egg commercial from my childhood) or this song:
Seriously guys. Eggs are so awesome. And so are my neighbors. And so is Christmas. Christmas is awesome. Everyone and everything is awesome, thanks to eggs.