Sarah, next time you decide to walk on eggshells, make sure that they are empty so you don't crush the chicks inside and get all bloody. You were probably so nauseated by the blood that words just couldn't come out of your mouth. The last time I walked on eggshells they were empty, so I could say all I wanted.
Oh, it's my wacky Canadian sense of humour taking over again! (Actually, it's quittin' time, so I'm going home to grab a beer, it usually helps put a quick stop to my wacky Canadian sense of humour).
Thank Mr Martymoose for the above inspiration.