All for the love of eggs

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... was all she could say as she ran after her truck. Shannon delivers farm fresh eggs to us each week (one of the great perks of living in the country is farm fresh everything - even better when it's delivered to your door) and we were standing in the kitchen having a little chat. Her son yelled, "Mom - the truck!"and there it was rolling down the driveway and headed toward the very sloppy grass seed field. We ran out, and I just kept thinking it was gone... bouncing down the field into who knows what. Instead, it wedged itself against a tree. We scurried around like chickens, trying to push it out, getting the phone to call her hubby, running back to get Tom, getting a jacket for her kid and laughing. Tom pulled the truck out in minutes - "You know I hated that"... right, guys hate playing with 4 wheel drive and tow straps. And Shannon, "All for the love of eggs"... yep, we'll really appreciate our omlettes this week!