Why I was always on the B-Team

This past weekend in Granbury, Kevin decided it would be a good idea to buy some staple groceries so that when we're back in a few weeks we don't have to go to the store in the morning; instead, we can just get up and cook bacon and eggs in our jammies. But Kevin put the eggs back behind his seat in the floorboard and we forgot to take them out.

Fast forward to five hours later when we got in the car to go get firewood. Uh oh. And he asked if they would still be good. I gave him that look. He suggested instead of throwing them away, we could throw them off the cliff on the lower edge of his property that backs up to the lake. Sure, I thought... let's act like rotten teenagers egging their frienemies' cars.


Let's just say that if we ever have kids, I hope they get his athletic skills. Between 18 eggs, he hit the rocks below almost every time. Me? ONCE.