Goodbye my favorite toaster.
You served me well for over 42 years.
You became my friend as a wedding gift from my aunt Betty and uncle Wimpy (god rest their souls).
But today as much as I'd like to blame you for the loss, I can only blame myself.
Note to self - do not leave the toaster on and leave the house for 45 minutes!
The wires are toasted. Pun intended.
It was so hot when I came in the paint was bubbling off. The toast inside was in ashes.
As much as I hate parting with my toaster, I hate it even more parting with my beautiful counter top.
It was then that we had no choice but to open windows and blow the inside 73.9 degree, smoky air out, and pull some 104.1 degree air inside.
Excuse me now, I need to finish toasting my bread using my camper toaster.
Baked chicken wouldn't be good without made from scratch dressing.
