With a side of bacon, please

Last night, I was lying (or laying? I can never keep those straight) in bed, thinking of all the things that I have to do before we leave for vacation. And I thought, "Oh my. I have a lot of running around to do." And then I thought, "Yes, indeed. If I were an egg, I would be a scrambled egg."
Ha! A scrambled egg!
Ten years ago, I was a fried egg.
Someday, hopefully, I'd like to be a coddled egg.