It's the morning of New Year's Day, the first day of a new millennium. I awaken a bit later than usual, log on to check my email and Epinion stats, and start the coffee brewing. Humming to myself, I decide it's a great morning for a little homemade breakfast and some meaningful interaction with the kids who will be going back to the school grind the following day. A pleasant holiday morning.
Life is good.
My older son lost interest in whatever we were doing 25 minutes earlier and has broken into the Grinch Poptarts. The dog, tired of eating egg experiment rejects, is carrying egg chunks into the living room to bury in the sofa as a treat for later. Earlier Something, that day, possesses me to buy an As Seen on TV Egg Wave. Looking for a few last minute Christmas presents, I come across the Egg Wave online and decide it would be cute for the kids to give it to Mom for Christmas. Earlier I'm 11 years old.