egg tales
People have been sharing the oddest egg-related anecdotes lately. One friend told me that she interviewed to be an egg donor and was turned down because of a double suicide (of an elderly couple with painful illnesses) in the family, which the psychologist derisively referred to as a "family history of murder."
A charming new acquaintance wrote to say "I sent an application to be an egg donor recently. They didn't respond. I think it was because I'd carried the application around in my bag for so long and it was kind of beaten up by the time I mailed it, which they may fear the eggs I delivered to them would be. Smudged with chocolate."
And finally, Aeric, the photographer who takes the awesome photos on my site, received one of the eggs I donated at the Jenny Vaudeville Show, and he took it home and photographed it:

Doesn't it look ethereal?
A charming new acquaintance wrote to say "I sent an application to be an egg donor recently. They didn't respond. I think it was because I'd carried the application around in my bag for so long and it was kind of beaten up by the time I mailed it, which they may fear the eggs I delivered to them would be. Smudged with chocolate."
And finally, Aeric, the photographer who takes the awesome photos on my site, received one of the eggs I donated at the Jenny Vaudeville Show, and he took it home and photographed it:

Doesn't it look ethereal?
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