I gleefully woke up this morning... It's egg setting day! (for the 3rd Annual New Year's Day Hatch contest, we all set our eggs at noon and cross our fingers)
I went out to the casita (unheated guest room) to fetch the Marans and Faverolle eggs that have been in storage to bring them into the main house for pre-set warm-up to room temperature. I've got a big ol' smile on my face as it's like Christmas morning (....VH1 booming voiceover) "And then tragedy struck...." I must've been grasping the cartons a little too hard because I felt and heard the *crunch* of a Marans shell under my finger. "Awwwww.... @#$*^!" What to do??? I had already submitted my egg set tally for the contest and I was now decidedly short and egg without a laying hen in sight. (Hmmm... Something about counting one's chickens before they hatch.....or even before they're set.) And then I had an "Aha!" moment.... Have no fear; TJ's is near! A scant 15 minutes later I was digging through the Trader Joe's egg shelf for the freshest of the fertile eggs.
I bought the carton, brought it home, did the eenie-meenie-minie-mo on which was the lucky egg and set it in the pre-set prep carton. About this time my DH walks in and I tell him my tale of misadventure. He named the egg "Token." Not very PC, I know, but then we watch a lot of "South Park." And, no doubt, if the egg hatches that name will stick. Well, at least it's getting DH to participate in my hatching folly.....
It didn't stop there.... The incubator is now referred to as "The bus."
I've now told my husband that he is under threat of censorship via duct tape if he continues much more. Something tells me this could be a long three weeks..... And, then again, it could be the beginning of a cute eggcentric children's book....