• Serious Choices About Eggs and the Hens.

    I was asked the other day to go get some fresh eggs and found myself completely Dazed and Confused... you know, as in the song by Led Zeppelin from 1969... or was it 1968?

    Oh, never mind that for the moment.

    Here is why I need your help - failure in the future is just not an option. And the guilt about my choice is killing me. I made a quiet compromise just between God-In-Heaven. When my Bride of 46 years asked me what kind of eggs I got, I purposely "misremember" what I told her.

    So, please vote in this poll. A genuine, long-standing marital pledge is at stake here. Please consider your responses carefully. Thanks.

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    Serious Choices About Eggs and the Hens. I was asked the other day to go get some fresh eggs and found myself completely Dazed and Confused... you know, as in the song by Led Zeppelin from 1969... or was it 1968? Oh, never mind that for the moment. Here is why I need your help - failure in the future is just not an option. And the guilt about my choice is killing me. I made a quiet compromise just between God-In-Heaven. When my Bride of 46 years asked me what kind of eggs I got, I purposely "misremember" what I told her. So, please vote in this poll. A genuine, long-standing marital pledge is at stake here. Please consider your responses carefully. Thanks. In your view:
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  • Serious Choices About Eggs and the Hens.

    I was asked the other day to go get some fresh eggs and found myself completely Dazed and Confused... you know, as in the song by Led Zeppelin from 1969... or was it 1968?

    Oh, never mind that for the moment.

    Here is why I need your help - failure in the future is just not an option. And the guilt about my choice is killing me. I made a quiet compromise just between God-In-Heaven. When my Bride of 46 years asked me what kind of eggs I got, I purposely "misremember" what I told her.

    So, please vote in this poll. A genuine, long-standing marital pledge is at stake here. Please consider your responses carefully. Thanks.

    In your view:
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