Yesterday I made scrambled eggs for lunch. Nothing wrong with that.
Then I ate my scrambled eggs right out of the pan. I wasn’t super hungry. I didn’t eat standing up at the stove because I was in a hurry. I took my pan to the couch with me, and I ate my scrambled eggs with
the wooden spoon I used to make them a fork.
I did this mostly because I didn’t want to wash a plate. I believe the word for it is…laziness. Continue reading