I believe I'm developing a disease called turnarounditis. It is a malady that causes me to cease driving down the road to my destination . . . I can't fight the urge to retrace my path and position The Wonder Egg for a possible-blog-entry-photo-shoot . . . aaauuuggghhh!
Or perhaps it was that voice inside my head from The Wonder Egg saying "Stop Pete! I wanna smell the flowers!" Who can resist a talking egg?