"Why don't you just go ahead and boil the eggs tonight?" Harry suggested as he sat at the kitchen tabled backing up the kajillion pictures we've taken of our kid the past year.
"Good idea," I said. I hopped up and went to the fridge to hunt for the eggs I bought last week with dyeing in mind. Plucking the carton from the shelf I flipped the lid open and - paused.
"Oh my GAWD," I exclaimed.
"What?! What did I do? What did I do?" Harry bellowed from the table.
I walked over to the table and tossed the eggs in front of him. "These are the eggs I bought for our son to dye on his first real Easter."
"They're brown," Harry said. He lifted the carton and studied the side while I dissolved into hysterics in the kitchen floor. "And expired."
Sometimes my stupidity surprises even me.... :)