April 10th Birthday and Chickens

The chickens laid multi-colored eggs this morning and no one knows who did it.

It could be Gertrude, could be Maud, could be Lola too.

Or did I start to celebrate April 10th a little bit too soon?  

Is that egg really yellow with a purple stripe,

and the other one pink and blue?

All I know is the champagne tastes good;

and the chickens think so too,

which is probably why the eggs they laid

are yellow, pink and blue. 

Fried Eggs on Asphalt

Before

After

Scorching is the word for the day. It's 95 degrees in the shade. It's so hot in Rochester, NY today, you can fry an egg on the asphalt.

Hey, ya know what? I think I'll go outside and try that fried egg thing and see what happens. I've been hearing "It's-so-hot-you-can-fry-an-egg-on-asphalt" for years now. I'm gonna go outside and see if it really works. Be right back.

Guess what? It doesn't work. I cracked an egg on the hot asphalt, then went to weed and water the garden for 30 minutes. When I came back to look at the egg, all it did is run into the cracks in the driveway with no evidence of frying anywhere, even though the air temp is 96 degrees.

There are a couple of facts here. First of all I won't be getting the Nobel Prize for best science experiment this year. Second don't believe everything your grandmother tells you about hot summers and being able to fry eggs on asphalt. It's a lot of horse pucky.

To make matters worse, I used up my last egg for that numb skull experiment; now I can't make banana bread tonight. Oh yeah, and I had to clean the driveway.