The boys are selling our excess chicken eggs with a sign on the side of the road "Fresh Eggs $1.50/Dz." However, they were a bit late in getting the sign finished. As our chickens lay some 2 dozen eggs a day, we had a major surplus of unsold eggs.
So this morning, after raising the crew from slumber, I hit the kitchen and decided to scramble up a few dozen to give to the pigs...
Well Mrs. Curley comes down with a big smile, "Ooooh, you're making breakfast!"
"Er, not really; well sort of; these are for the pigs!, says I (who apparently hasn't been married long enough to recognize a make or break brownie point on the fly)
(By the way, the pigs gobbled those scrambled eggs up-only peanuts get them more excited. And yes-I did go back in and scramble some eggs for the family.)
Oremus pro invicem!