Sunday, April 20, 2003
at 9:49 PMThe Brave Little Toaster
I spent the past four hours cataloguing my bedroom. That means I picked the papers up off of my floor and organized them into blue, yellow, red, or orange file folders, which I then neatly placed in a file rack I hijacked from The Father's bedroom closet many moons ago. Categories include:Rainforest Paycheck Crap
Comerica Bank
Brochures/Mementos
Letters Written During Class
The University of Missouri
College Resources
High School Awards And Records
Cards And Stationary
Website Crap
Stories Of Boredom
Manuals
Now I can see my floor again. Now I can see I need to vacuum my floor again. However, I first must clear out the cardboard box full of my books. It was too weighted for me to exert further effort; I shall vacuum tomorrow.
Speaking of which, The Father purchased a new vacuum yesterday whilst I was at work. The old Hoover shorted out with a monstrous bellow when The Mongoloid in the study last week attempted to use it. He scampered (shrieking and pinning his ears to the side of his head) from the room after the Hoov erupted in its vociferous, frightening death throes.
The Father made the additional investment of a brand new toaster. It has four (4) slots, which may holdbread
waffles
English muffins
bagels
and only theoretical-Christ knows what else. Several knobs on the side perform multiple toasting-related functions, and there are two (2) slide-out trays at the bottom to collect the toaster leavin's. The latter is a remarkable improvement over the outmoded toaster The Father owned previously. Its bottom broke and never latched back in place; thus, crumbs inevitably fell into the cabinet floor every time the toaster returned to its spot. The Father bought two (2) bags of bagels (plain and cinnamon raisin) and one (1) tub of Philadelphia cream cheese topping at Kroger this afternoon to celebrate the new arrival.
