As Ethelette and I jetted off Tuesday morning to our respective destinations,
Ethel was left to hold down the ranch.
The weight of this whopper egg should help her.
Every time I checked my email yesterday, there was another update on the egg.
The first subject line was "Big Egg."
Once Ethel realized the true enormity of the situation, the next email was titled "Holy Shit Egg."
She reports that it weighed in at 4 ounces, but she did not provide documentary evidence,
her first ranchsitter-as-blogger fail. I will not hold it against her.
She had to deal with a thunderstorm yesterday, and I am awaiting this morning's update
from the rain gauge. I hope she and the ranch have not washed away.
Ethel, if you're reading this, please get your butt out of bed and report in.