I could go into this saying that there's a long standing joke in my family about me being an alien (as in ET not Jose). I could choose to say that there's meaning in this, that since the egg represents life and is a temporary home for a living organism, and that we are made of stardust, perhaps we all come from outer space. I could delve into the thought process of why I did this and come up with some BS about how I'm connecting to my own home seeing as we raise chickens. But none of that would be true. I did this simply because my roommate brought home a carton of white eggs and the temptation was too much. Yes, what I did with my egg was switch it out with one of my roommate's. But I took it a step further and wrote on the egg that it was from the place above our clouds. Who knows; maybe it is…
(No, she hasn't found the alien egg yet, but as soon as she does, I will post an update on her reaction. And yes, the photo has been edited. But, damn, it looks cool.)
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