the burial service for the elderly woman climaxed with a massive clap of thunder;
followed by a bolt of lightning;
accompanied by even more thunder.
"well.." said her husband to the shaken pastor when it ended,
Filicia, my sleepy five year old niece, slipped into my bed just as my husband was heading downstairs to prepare breakfast
"why do you hate eggs, auntie?" she asked me
"who said i hate eggs?" i replied
"but," she said, "i just heard you ask uncle anthony to break a few eggs and beat them up for you!"
ngeh.. ngeh.. ngeh..