It also reminded me, for some reason, of the time I put one single egg on to boil (I was going to make an egg salad sandwich for lunch), and I got on the phone with my friend Denise, and some twenty minutes or so later, I heard a loud bang – like a gunshot, I tell you – from the kitchen, and I was freaking out and about to call the cops when I peered in there and saw exploded egg all over the place, because the water had boiled away and all.

It also, speaking of Denise, reminds me of the 20-oz bottle of diet coke I left in the back of my car when I was a senior in high school, and I think I bought the bottle in the winter, and it stayed there, freezing and unfreezing, until sometime in the Spring, when my friend Liz (who was sitting in the front) and Denise (sitting in the back) and I were going somewhere – perhaps the mall – and there was a loud explosion from the back of the car, and I swerved all over the place before pulling over to the side of the road, and looked back at Denise, and she was sitting there, wide-eyed, with frozen pieces of diet coke and small pieces of plastic all over her.

Moira thought it a funny story, so I thought I’d share with y’all because I’m so kind and thoughtful, and all I had to do was cut & paste instead of searching for something interesting to come up with. And I’ll take this opportunity, while I’m thinking of it, to ask if you’ve joined my notify list. If you haven’t, well, WHY THE HELL NOT??