So, when I said I was going to run to the store for eggs so I could go home to bake cookies, ...what I apparently meant was:
I'm going to run to the store, buy flowers and 4 other things I didn't know I desperately needed while I wander around unable to find EGGS - a grocery store staple - then go home, eat quite possibly the best coconut pie ever made and 3 mini(-ish) brownies (please don't judge me) while I paint my nails.
Because priorities, man. Priorities.
