Some friends stayed the night with us last year and Michelle started making breakfast for us all the first morning. She cracked about a dozen eggs and heated up the griddle.
When she poured the eggs on the griddle they flowed over the small rim onto the floor.
She meeped. We looked her way and laughed. The only scramble was for napkins.
If she hadn't done that I doubt we'd even remember that morning.
Make a mess. Put too many eggs on the griddle. You'll have more to look back on with a smile.