That is what my mother said when I called to tell her how my Easter dinner prep was going — I miscalculated how many eggs I needed and doubled the amount. Then, instead of turning off the eggs when they were finished, I turned off the potatoes, which were not finished at all. Shortly after I discovered that the eggs were boiling madly and the potatoes were still like rocks, the garbage bag broke, spilling egg cartons, potato peelings, eggshells, and slimy green onion skins all over the floor. Moms always know the right thing to say.
