A Friday the 13th Tale

Eggs. I don't really care for them much. I eat them scrambled or fried every now and then. I don't have a preferred food list but if I did they would rank low... if at all. Last weekend, on Easter, my family and I all colored eggs and it was fun (not to mention pretty)! My personal favorite was the one in which I wrote "I love Dwight" (Schrute of course). I took some of them home and vowed to eat them throughout the week. Well at work this week we had a breakout of some terrible stomach virus. At 3am on wednesday I fell victim to it with the nausea/vomitting/diarrhea. I was back to work on Thursday however my appetite is still somewhat sensitive. Tonight I open the fridge to take a sad inventory before my grocery store trip. All I can smell are those FREAKING EGGS! Ugh! The dye is starting to drip off and they just look awful. The consuming funk is overwhelming. What a way to celebrate the 13th. If thats even a day to celebrate. On a lighter note, while I was home from work I watched That Thing You Do for the first time in a loooong time. Such a good movie.