So there was not actually fire, but there sure was a lot of smoke . . . and some awfully black toast.
My therapist is right, I need to treat myself to a toaster. She said that, after all, toasters were created to stop such burning of food and, in my case, flesh.
Once I move and get the counter space under control, I'm all about the $20 toaster. Mmmmm, not burnt, equally toasted on each side, toast. Fancy, fancy way to live.
7 years ago
3 comments:
I love toast. I also love bread and butter pickles.
Okay. I love the pickles too. Anyohw Heather thank you for the comment provided it's great to hear someone out there with the same situation. If I don't hear from you before then Happy Thanksgiving
Phil
freecycle, baby. i bet you could pick up a toaster super easy on freecycle.
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