The trauma never ceases.

Today I had serious egg problems. I wanted to cook eggs. There were three in the fridge. One of them was cracked, and I had misgivings about using it, because I was afraid it might have gone bad or something. So I chucked it. The second fell to the ground as I removed it from the fridge and splattered all over the kitchen floor.

The third turned out to be rotten.

Oh. My. God.

Have you ever smelled a rotten egg? I mean actually smelled a really rotten egg? If your answer is “I think so” or “I’m not sure,” then the real answer is no, you have not.