There's always the drama of crying over spilled milk, the question of going at it traditionally or maybe trying something a little bit more exciting. And then there's the issue about timing. I'm one of those pesky individuals who have to time everything just so. It has to be right, or I just.. leave.
I don't understand why it can't ever be simple. But then again, once you acquire a taste for it..
It's just too hard to let well enough alone.
Yes, I am literally talking about an omelette. No, it doesn't refer to anything else.
And yes. I am that fussy about omelettes.
The title may have been inspired by a fanfic somewhere.