Bomb-lete recipe

Yes I know that don't usually share recipes on my blog, mostly because I think they are mind numbing but this one is a special dish so I thought I would share.

Ingredients:
eggs
salt
pepper
anything else you want to throw into the eggs

Directions:
Step 1. Heat up the fancy electric griddle you got for Christmas.
Step 2. Break 2 eggs into a cup and beat them
Step 3. When you are sure that the griddle is hot enough, pure your beaten eggs on the griddle and watch as the whole thing runs down into the grease trap because the griddle has more of a slant then it appears.
Step 4. Prop up the low end of the griddle and repeat Steps 1-3.
Step 5. Write off the 4 eggs sitting in the grease trap. Realize that although your new griddle is great for hamburgers, you will need to pull out your trusty cast iron griddle for omelets and start over.
Step 1. Begin now as any normal person might make normal omelets.
Step 2. Throw the flimsy plastic spatula over your shoulder because, although you needed the stupid thing with the new fancy electric griddle that would get scratched if you used metal, you do not need it on the trusty cast iron griddle.
Step 3. Retrieve the flimsy plastic spatula because the good metal one is no where to be found and for some reason screaming even louder does not bring it forth from it's mysterious hiding place.
Step 4. Make the ugliest, omlete-esque items all the while ranting and raving about the lost spatula.
Step 5. Tell your kids that's the way they are suppose to look so shut-up eat them.
Step 6. Laugh out loud when someone suggests that it looks more like a bomb-lete than an omelet.
Step 7. Laugh even louder because while you are getting on to your kid for not eating the mess on her plate, you look down at the floor and find the missing metal spatula under the table.
Step 8. Humbly apologize for being such a jerk to your kids while nothing was working right in the kitchen.
Step 9. After chocking down your "successful" bomb-lete, eat left over brownies to lift your mood.
Step 10. Relax, you can always clean up the mess later, right?

For those people who think my life seems perfect, now you know better.