Omelet

I have an aide from the Caribbean while Loretta is at the rehab, and this morning I asked her for scrambled eggs or an omelet.  She gave me a choice, so I said omelet.  What she gave me was a spiced sunny-side up egg.  I guess omelets are not the big thing in the Caribbean.

We are all individuals with varied backgrounds, and we make the most of what God provides.  No need to be ashamed of what we’ve missed.  When I told her an omelet requires about six eggs, she was astounded.  Thanks to the Lord for our civilization.