I don't spend a lot of time in our kitchen. The other day, Megan, who knows our kitchen intimately, asked if I'd like her to make me some toast with cinnamon & sugar on it.
"We have a toaster!?" I asked.
"Um, yeah," she replied, incredulously.
"Get the fuck out of here!"
"No, seriously, get the fuck out of here. I am so fucking pissed right now. I can't believe we had a toaster and you didn't tell me."
"It's been on the counter the entire time."
So yesterday I went on a toasting spree. I toasted bread, socks, utility bills -- you name it. The thing is awesome! Then I discovered this drawer in the kitchen that had forks and knives and shit in it. No kidding! I cannot express how much easier it is to eat certain things now. Before you ask, yes, we do have a refrigerator. I knew that one already. That's the cold thing you put beer and frozen pizzas in. It's tall and white. At least I think that's it. I may be confusing it with the oven.