We are running out of eggs I used the last one in the refrigerator yesterday morning. Now I am thinking of the life of “no eggs” over this weekend. I am feeling that I am bit in a crisis. I asked myself “now what?” I have decided that from now on, I will always get two packs every week. Not only that I love them, I actually need them.

I found myself driving the car to the Griffith Shops. My husband kept criticising me on almost everything- not driving in the middle of the two lanes, too fast, too slow, not pressing brake smoothly, merging the lane without doing enough shoulder check-ups, not entering the roundabout in the right direction, pushing the wheels like a 80 years old lady……His tone was like I am driving it to the hell instead of to an actual place? Now, my mood is like 8–:–(( Tell me dear, how far away I am, from that perfect driving image in your head?