Fire

It is so ironic that my last blog was complaining about my toaster. Well, just the other day, I put a poptart down, and forgot about it. I started reading a magazine at the kitchen table. Then, all of a sudden, I heard a funny "torch-like" noise. It was the poptart on fire in the toaster. It was shooting out 5-6 inch flames. Bob was on the phone with his dad in the living room, and I started screaming. (Of course, I was in panic mode). Meanwhile, he nonchalantly walked into the kitchen and unplugged the toaster while still talking to his dad on the phone. Then, I saved the day by putting out the fire with our extinguisher and opening all the windows to let the smoke out.

So, our toaster is officially junk. I guess that gives us a good reason to buy a nicer one that actually works!