Monday I went to Wal-mart with Will to get all his stuff for the Priesthood camp. We got him some snacks and then I picked up some eggs and milk.
Will forgot to tell me that he put the sack with the eggs on it on the back seat.
We took the rest of the groceries in. Then we sent him off to camp yesterday.
The next day.
Last night, I decided to make scrambled eggs for dinner. I looked in the fridge. "Where are those eggs I just bought?" Sarah said, "I don't know. I used the last eggs to make a cake."
Yep. I found them in the car.
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We're the eggs okay or yucky? I made scrambles eggs and pancakes the other night for dinner.
Oops, I meant were.
I do that all too often but usually with the chicken. If anything gets left in the car, it is chicken.
Which is expensive and NOT salvageable, in my book.
I should have made it clear - the eggs went straight into the trash. Then we bought more today - and those DID make it into the fridge.
I bet those eggs smelled really nice roasting in the car all night! Yuck.
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