I knew it was only a matter of time before I did this. For the record, it only took me five months.
A little context: This week has been brutal as far as snowfall. Several days of single-digit temperatures resulted in mounds upon mounds of soft powdery snow. A few days later, higher temperatures brought a steady drizzle that soaked all the snow that had not been plowed.
Naturally, I had to shovel my way out in order to reach the chicken coop. After checking their food and water levels, I noticed a single egg in the nesting boxes. Not having a carton handy, I slipped the egg into my pocket.
I commenced with the shoveling (inside and out), and took the subsequent trip to the compost pile to dump the bucket. Not wanting to waste the trip, I checked the power in the generator shed, and noticed the walkway needed clearing, so I shoveled that. Then I plowed through the new load of snow that had slid from the roof onto the porch. Then I grabbed a broom and swept the foot or so of snow off the truck.
After an hour or two of shoving around tons of sodden snow, I decided to take a break. I took off my wet gloves and stuck my hands into my pockets.
That's when I remembered the egg.
I did laundry next.