The other day, my mother mentioned she hadn't had deviled eggs in a long time. I placed the thought on the back shelf and didn't think more about it.
Today, while visiting, I snitched a cookie from the cookie jar, which prompted her to say: "Are you eating a deviled egg?"
So, I'm making some deviled eggs. Come to think of it, I haven't had a deviled egg in a long time, either. I think we'll both enjoy them.
I have to brag that they came out much better than they usually do. I think she will enjoy them.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.