- I fought the urge to fling my cell phone into a bottomless pit. It had been ringing in rapid succession for a full two minutes while I had the stove on, making myself a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs. Call me impatient or downright irritable, but the noise felt as if it had been lingering for centuries. I stormed across the room, pulling the cell phone from its place on the couch where I’d put it to charge and hooked it between my ear and shoulder. Closing the distance back to the stove in a few long strides.
- I hated overcooked eggs.