Listen to your mom. She's always right.

So when I was 21 my mom bought me/sent me a book. Things I need to know in my 20's. The first chapter was all the different ways you can make an egg. Sunny side up, Sunny side down, poached, scrambled, and some others I had never heard of. I laughed at it and skipped that chapter for the one that was titled "Marriage is NOT a rowdy sex romp", then passed the book onto my sister who also laughed with me at the egg chapter and skipped to other chapters more appealing to her. I never thought that my husband would ever ask me to poach an egg or how to poach an egg. Then today at lunch Jim turns to me and says "Hey hun, how do you poach an egg?" Just like that! Out of the blue. Panic set in. I was so unprepared. This was something my mother had tried to prepare me for and I laughed it off. Sorry mom. You were right.