P.S. Sorry for all the self-indulgent whinging. I feel like an ass, complaining about something that may not be that bad, even if it does come with a "let's think about sticking them all in you because your eggs are crap, and so are the odds" disclaimer. Maybe not in quite those words, but still. And if I can't complain here, I can't complain anywhere. Jeff is trying so hard to buck me up and make me cheerful that it would break my heart to let him know it isn't working.
Even the cheese.
Woe is me.