Our toaster needed to be cleaned. And when I pulled the tray out I realized there was easily a loaf’s worth of bread crumbs in the toaster and another half loaf under the toaster. So, it hadn’t been done in a while.
I shook and banged and, still, there were crumbs. To fix the situation, I hosed out the interior of the appliance. Perfect cleanliness. But then, as the wife of an electrician, I thought to myself perhaps I should wait to plug this in.
When Andy arrived home from work he saw the post it note and inquired. I explained how the toaster got *so clean* and he said through a disbelieving half-grin you did what? and then laughter, who does that? So it is a huge, hilarious joke that I could even rationalize this and the toaster will not toast for a few days. If ever, Andy says. We’ll see. That toaster has a new will. I mean, it is really clean. Am I nesting? I think it needed a break anyway. Andy likes his birdman, so that will be rough. It is like not putting your shoes on right away after a pedicure–a necessary step in the process.
