I've seen David Copperfield do it. I've seen Chris Angel do it. Heck, I've even seen a friend or two do it, albeit not as well, but they did it nonetheless. I've always been mesmerized by magic and little did I know I was living with one of the world's greatest magicians for quite some time.
This morning I woke up and decided to treat myself to an omelette after taking the kiddos to school. I broke out the eggs, a little ham and some cheese and set to work. The key to a perfect omelet is not getting the skillet too hot and let it take its sweet ol' time.
Everything went according to plan and when everything was said and done, I had an almost perfect omelet awaiting me. I took it into the living room and as I put it on a TV tray, I remembered I forgot my lemonade in the kitchen. I know lemonade and omelets don't seem like a match made in heaven, and in reality they aren't, but you make do with what you have.
While in the kitchen I noticed I had left a few items on the counter so I pulled open the fridge and set them inside. I wiped the counter off, grabbed my lemonade and made my way back to the living room. A little background on my house, my kitchen and living room are literally feet apart and it takes a full 5-6 seconds to traverse the distance.
As I took a swig from my lemonade I stopped in mid-stride. Where my beautiful omelet once lay, sat an empty plate, not a trace of it left. For a moment I thought to myself, "Did I bring the omelet in here?" so I looked back in the kitchen to find nothing. With my stomach growling, I set out to investigate the scene, already having a suspect in mind.
But before I had to slip on the latex gloves and get out the forensic kit, my Jack Russell lets out a tiny belch confirming my suspicions. In the 30-45 seconds I was in the kitchen, my little pooch consumed my entire omelet and made her way back to her spot in the chair looking as innocent as a babe. Looks are always deceiving with that dog.
So instead of having an awesome omelet, I instead had some toast and jelly. As time has taught me, when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. And when life lets your dog eat your omelet, make something the dog doesn't like to eat.