What kind of eggs are you?

We went out to breakfast with the boys this morning. The waitress brought out our plates. The Honey and I had ordered the same thing, only we had our eggs prepared differently. As the waitress looked at us beseechingly (what goes where?) I said, "He's over-easy, I'm scrambled." That pretty much sums it up. I am glad I am not married to a hard-boiled, or poached.