But while I was out gathering new food, I also bought myself a nice submissive new toaster, one that agrees with all my own decisions about how long bread should be toasted for.
Never let it be said, though, that I never make any compromises to try to save a relationship. I had been putting up with the bossy old toaster's decision-making for most of a year.
Oh, and this delighted me so much that it needs to be shared:
"you know those life-size cardboard cutouts of people that they put up in stores sometimes? i -hate- those things. argh. i was just at the grocery store, and they had one up.. and you know how it is.. i come up from behind it, so all i see is a brown cardboard thing which doesn't register in my mind as anything, then i turn around and AHHRGH, a shiny two-dimensional stalker person!! it scared me. i always think they're real people who have snuck up on me before i realize that they're those damned cardboard things. and the non-cardboard people in the grocery store looked at me funny when i told the cutout girl that i hated her nonexistant guts. bah."P.S. (after obeying the microwave) Don't you just hate it when you walk outside in the rain and a huge giant puddle of water which had been collecting on the leaf of a tree above you suddenly reaches the weight required to bend the leaf and slide off, and it somehow manages to fall right into the tiny space between your glasses and your face and glops wetly right into your left eye?
from the journal of groovycat, whose birthday is today