I was worried.
We've never had Sad Eggs at our house, before.
Neither do we do Emo Eggs,
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And never, ever Crying Eggs. Bloody Hell...
My Troubleometer starting blinking rapidly on Yellow Alert.
Until I spied the one remaining dude, sitting in the corner, laughing his silly head off.
I breathed a sigh of relief,
And let it ride.
Cake-baking sure can be an Intense Business, at Chez Poppalina. It's one of those Artistic Things.
