KirstenL4W

Over the weekend, I made Mister an English muffin. It came out just fine. No worries, right?

Sunday morning, Mister decided he wanted to have some toast while I was staring at HGTV. He put two pieces of bread in the toaster. A few minutes later, I was awakened from my house-pr0n daze because Mister was using some choice words for the resulting toast. I don’t know how all of you people like your toast, but in the KirstenL4W house we like it a nice golden brown. Not incinerated. After throwing away the two pieces of charcoal, Mister turned down the toaster settings and tried again. This time the smoke alarm went off. OK, now you’ve got my full attention.

Mister started telling me that we ought to get a 4-slice toaster so that we can make toast for the both of us at the same time. It would be more efficient, he said. But it’s hard to justify a new purchase like that when we have a perfectly good toaster at home. That’s when it happened. The toaster suffered an unfortunate accident and ended up with a huge dent in one side. So I just had to drag my butt out of the house and go to a huge housewares store.

I came home with a nice, brand name 4-slice toaster. And it makes the perfect piece of toast.

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