A few day's ago Paul brought home some eggs that Carolyn (massage therapist at our office) gave him. She has chickens and she often brings in eggs for everyone. I usually have two poached eggs and a piece of toast for breakfast so the eggs are much appreciated.
When I picked up the first egg it felt a little bit on the large side, I thought 'poor chicken' and then I noticed that I had twins. I felt bad. Who wants to eat twins. I briefly wondered if this was a bad omen. I thought about going to back to bed and just hiding for the day.
Instead I thought I would finish making breakfast:
Now I wondered if I should go back to bed or go buy a lottery ticket. I questioned Carolyn about the eggs, apparently one of her chickens lays quite a few of these double yolk eggs. I bought a lottery ticket anyway, I will let you know how it works out.