Seriously. I woke up this morning and found egg all over the front of my house. To use some stronger-than usual language for tomato transplants: I was mighty ticked off.
I walked down the street to see if anyone else's house was hit.
Nope. Just random us.
I filled a bucket with hot water and vinegar, grabbed a j-cloth and headed out to scrub the window. Henry grabbed his own bucket and followed along to help.
I was so grumpy. Too grumpy. Everything made me mad. I kept snapping at Henry for slopping water all over the place.
Then, I thought of Bruce McCulloch from Kids in the Hall. Specifically, his open letter to the guy who stole his bike tire.
I felt much better. And Henry really was being a great helper. Within minutes, we were laughing.
Then we had scrambled eggs for breakfast.