I guess eggs do more than just satisfy your hunger on a Sunday morning . . . they basically define your life. Actually, after reading this, I may need to re-evaluate who I am.
Basically, the only people who don't have personal problems of some kind are the ones who like their eggs 'shirred.' Or, 'baked' for those who are not well-versed in egg terminology. And personally, I suppose I should stop picking my nose and eating whatever I find up there. Oh, the things we learn from our food . . .