TOAST!

So I just had a bit of a manic moment. I don't have enough of these anymore. High school and college were always good for it. And to celebrate/proclaim my immaturity, I called Spamber. Who voluntarily lived with me for 2 years without killing me. Which meant I knew she could handle the crazy.

(A quick Spamber story - she has always been the ultimate elementary teacher. After a couple scoops of Coffee Coffee Buzz Buzz Buzz at one of the THREE Ben & Jerry's scoop shops in the Burg, I was making mad-cow noises at tourons as we drove through CW. Spamber put on the childproof locks after having another roommate extricate my face from the window. When we got out of the car, she put me in time out. I wasn't allowed in the apartment until I could stand still for 10 seconds. She made me do laps around the apartment complex. I love her.)

Got home from a quick errand at the Kro and realised it was half-past snack time. I needed coffee, and have recently rediscovered the wonders of toast. Knocked out 2 slices no problem. Ate a third (all with marmalade). And had to convince myself not to eat the rest of the loaf, crispy and smeared in sticky orange goodness. So I called Spamber and screamed TOAAAAASSSSSST when she had the misfortune of not screening her calls.

Dude was totally accurate in his assessment of my toaster, which makes excellent toast. Crispy on the outside, with a nice soft core that can be dented with some more serious butter application. Yum!