I toasted a pop tart today.
In the toaster.
For the 1st time in just over 14 years.
It wasn't in the toaster oven.
It was in the pop-up kind of toaster, the one
with the evil, squiggly, red lines that melt frosting.
And the springs that sometimes stay stuck in their down position,
until the frosting catches on fire
and black smoke comes seeping out of your windows and your heart
and you hear the screams of fading memories as your world goes up in flames.
The pop tart was strawberry. And not that good.
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Oh, my son can relate. He likes to try and toast them on his own. I have to admit that I giggled when I read this. :)
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