In one basket

dumb shit...
we went to the store the other day and i thought we needed eggs-i was sure we were down to the last couple.  we don't eat them often so it's always a guess when we need them.  did our thing at the market, and got home and unloaded and started putting things away. 
can you kinda guess where this is heading?
butch was carefully taking the 18 eggs out of the carton and putting them in their box that goes into the fridge door.  he was saying that we really hadn't needed any as there were still about 6 or 8 left. 
now are you getting a clue as to where this is heading yet?
yep, you got it.  he pulled the fridge door open and went to put the box into the door and didn't quite clear the door.  i had my back to him and all i heard was pow-pow-pow a whole bunch of times.  i turned around and there was butch looking down at basically 2 dozen eggs smashed all down the inside of the fridge, inside all the door shelves, all under the produce drawers, all under the fridge, all over the floor, and amazingly, not on him.  figures, he never gets dirty like that, i'm the one that would have been wearing most of them-i think he had like one spot on his shoe.
all he kept muttering as we had to completely take apart the fridge to get gallons and gallons of egg cleaned up was..
"every damn one of them, i can't believe i broke every damn one of them!"