Two scrambled eggs were on the Kenza menu for breakfast this morning. So I cracked open two eggs and looked down in the pan to see 3 yolks. Which kind of grossed me out a little, because they became more than plain scrambled eggs, they became chicken twins. And it doesn’t seem right to eat chicken twins. So I fed them to Donkey.
Also on the miracle menu was eight miles today (how are miles on a menu?). Go me. I even ran the first 2.75 alone, met up with Cindy, Deana, and Diana and ran 2.75 more . . . then I finished the run alone. See. Miracle.
Feeling great, I then took Donkey over to Wiggly Field dog park, which makes him very happy – so happy in fact he runs around like crazy because he wants to herd all the dogs at the same time.
He even tried to herd the 3-legged dog, who really had trouble being herded because he kept falling over.
Donkey was very proud though, because 3-legged dog stayed wherever Donkey put him. And that made Donkey about as happy as having aborted twin chickens for breakfast.