A little over a month ago, I made scrambled eggs for breakfast. Scrambled eggs with feta cheese, ham, spinach, and tomato.*
*I want you to know how I like my eggs in case you ever invite me over for breakfast. I also like Pop-Tarts. But you probably already knew that. My food preferences aren’t really relevant to this story.
What is important to this story is that when I cracked open the egg…two yolks dropped into the pan.
Before I ate them, I Googled it to see if it was
safe bad luck to eat two yolks from one egg.
As it turns out, two yolks in one egg means a marriage is coming soon….
This was my breakfast’s attempt at foreshadowing. This is also my blog’s attempt at foreshadowing.
Favorite Comment From Last Post: “Mr. Lion seems so placid in that picture. It’s almost as if he’s sleeping… or inanimate.”—Peter Licari