Um. Honey? Sweetheart? Nathan? You didn't like our toaster, did you? I mean, you never used it. Did you? You wouldn't mind if I just chucked it since you never used it, right?
You see, Megan asked for a pancake--and you know how I don't like to reheat leftover pancakes in the microwave, so I use the toaster? And remember how I emailed you earlier and told you how Sammy was driving me nuts today and screaming constantly? (I think he may be teething again which means he** for me until those teeth come through.)
Well, he was following me through the apartment screaming at me and it was making my ears hurt (you know how my ear infection has made my ears more sensitive and how he makes my ears ring) and I didn't think twice (or even once, apparently) when I lifted the marshmallows and hotdog buns off the top of the toaster to put Megan's pancake in the toaster, put them back down, and pressed the lever.
I didn't notice until I heard the pancake (try) to pop up and I turned to look. I did notice the strange smell while I was cutting a kiwi for Megan, but didn't think anything of it at the time.
This is the pancake I made for her. I ended up getting her a new one and just warming it up in the microwave. This one actually took some work getting it out of the toaster because of all the congealed marshmallows on top of it. It tasted pretty good though.
Now, for those of you who don't know me from when I was, say, 6 or 7, you may not know it, but me and toasters have a love-hate relationship. I've now ruined three. All on accident, I assure you.
When I was 6 or 7 I went with my dad to deliver newspapers early in the morning. When we got back I couldn't sleep and decided to watch TV. I put an Eggo waffle in the toaster oven (not a pop-up toaster, but the oven kind) and went back to the TV.
I fell asleep.
I woke up to black smoke everywhere and a charcoal black Eggo about the size of a silver dollar.
My grandmother gave us her old one in place of the one I ruined. Guess what? I got up early one Saturday morning, put an Eggo in the toaster oven, went to watch Punky Brewster (the cartoon), and fell asleep.
My sister woke me up with her shrieks coming from the kitchen. This time my brother's soccer water bottle was right there so we unplugged it, filled the bottle up, and squirted the fire out.
Yeah. That's when my family started buying the pop-up toasters. I guess I can't be trusted with those now either.
Sorry, Nathan!! But like I said, you never used it, right?