Ah, the toaster. It's only purpose in life is to make bread hot and crunchy according to whatever settings its master sets. The toaster we have at the house strangely enough looks like something out of a 1950-60's House Of The Future. It's chrome (because EVERYTHING is chrome in the future) and has funny knobs on it , and even has a button you press when you want to toast bagels, and the bagels don't come out burnt. Even though we've had to take it apart a couple times to fix it, I love our toaster.
Today I was still feeling groggy after forcing myself to take a shower and wash my hair, as it had gotten rather greasy after sleeping last night. So I placed a couple pieces of bread in the toaster and waited. As much as I love the toaster, it's the waiting around that kills me every time. So, after about a minute or so (I dunno, I was still groggy), I said in a rather impressive voice "Toaster, I command you to be done. BE DONE!!"
Sensing that I was anxious to eat, the toaster obliged immediately.
And the toast was perfect.
Thank you, toaster. Your tireless efforts to appease me in the morning will not go unnoticed. If and when it becomes impossible to fix you, I'll personally see you off to Toaster Valhalla.
Warm Regards,
Liz.
Toasters are my friends. They love me. And I love them. And I love the toast they make. I... I miss them. Alas, I do not own a toaster at this point. But one day I shall be reunited with yummy crackly toast and it shall be bliss :)
ReplyDeleteAww, I ought to send you a toaster.
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