shave your eggs
i was minding my own business one evening when the beautiful and talented alisa asked me to shave an egg. just one to start. to see how well it works. she suggested using a box cutter. i thought a safety razor would be the right tool. either way it was gonna be messy. so i squatted over a trash can and set to work. things went okay for a while. but the feedback was always take off more here. you missed a spot there. blah blah blah. she inspected my work. handled it a bit. the test fit was perfect the first time. finally she was satisfied. me? i was exhausted. would you shave an egg for the woman you love? of course. three more to go. sigh.