Boiled eggs and the runaway recipe

I am mad right now. I just got home from work and the entire ride home I was thinking, "I need to bring lunch tomorrow because we have a huge event which means no one will be here til late and I won't get a lunch relief. SO bring my lunch." What do I have for lunch? Not much.

I do however have eggs.

OH!! EGG SALAD SANDWICH!!

Except, I can't freakin' remember how to boil eggs.

I do this every time. Every time people.

I called my mom. No answer. Thanks mom. You suck. (and I mean that in the nicest way) Actually I feel bad for my mom, I call her EVERY TIME I need to boil eggs.

Every time.

I call her. Ask her for the freakin directions. I write them down and promptly - lose them.

WTH!!

It is one of my favorite ways to eat eggs. Boil . . . something something. . . 15 minutes . . . something something. . . Mix with mayo and mustard. Viola!! Throw on sandwich with slice of cheese. YUM!

BUT - HOW DO YOU BOIL EGGS?

AND - WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER HOW?

Ugh, mom please PUHlease pick up your phone. How rude of you to go to bed and not answer my calls day and night.

Pick up. pick up.pick.up.pickup.PICKUP!

Or maybe I could just have a memory for either a) remembering the damn directions or b) remembering where I put the directions the millions of times I wrote it down.

Damn.

Double damn.