Sunday, January 2, 2011

How to ruin your day within 30 minutes of waking up

I woke up this morning and began my usual routine.  It always goes the same: wake up, thrash around for 20 minutes, roll out of bed, avoid the mirror (in sheer horror of what I might look like), and go make breakfast.

This morning I decided to make toast for breakfast.  I love toast, as do many people, and I got excited.  TODAY THERE WAS TO BE TOAST! 


I carefully selected my bread (a crucial step in the pursuit of toasty perfection).  This particular day I chose my father's homemade bread.  He had made several loaves for the holiday season and we luckily had some leftover.  It was going to be epic.

I placed the bread in the toaster and patiently waited, my mouth watering at the experience ahead.

Now I don't know about y'all but I like to heavily butter my toast.  I'm talking like butter-orgy style.  That's right: my mouth has a flavor orgy with butter every time I make toast.  Be jealous.


Now even in my excited state I'm not the most attentive person in the morning.  I quickly let the early morning rants of sports shows get the best of my ADD.  Something was amiss.  I had forgotten about the toast!

I quickly went to retrieve my breakfast, and it was immediately clear that I had failed.  My toast was not the golden-brown perfection I was aiming for.  It instead glistened a nice shade of charcoal black.


Now many of you at this point are probably thinking, "Why doesn't the retard just set his toaster to a certain setting? That will solve the problem!"

Obviously you have never done business with my toaster.  This is by far the most vile, evil toaster I have ever encountered.  No matter what setting it's on, it always burns whatever is in there.  I have thus concluded that I somehow bought the toaster that was supposed to be sent to satan.



While my initial reaction was confusion, my next stage of failure was sadness.  I would then have to make breakfast all over again and thus my entire morning routine would be thrown off.  Thanks a lot, demon-toaster.


Look for a post to come in the near future about uncommon uses for burnt toast.  Since making it this morning I decided to turn this situation around and use the once condemned mistake in useful ways.  

**Also, while describing the toast earlier, I got a craving for toast and went to make some.  I burnt it again.  Damn you demon-toaster, damn you to HELL!!**