You never know how life will kick you in the bum til it happens, it is just the simple things that are the shockers, Waking up and having to go outside and clean up the broken egg shells and the sickly odor when you get those eggs wet. I have no problem with toilet paper hanging from the trees, as long as it doesn't rain, mostly because I have short trees.
I know now why I am allergic to eggs, the stringy whites, the sunny yellow yolks, they do wonders for the paint job on your car, not to mention the garage door, and the house.
If I ever find out who did it, regret comes to mind.
Boy, I need a vacation.
Just give me a porch, lemonade, and a rocker and I am all set.
