In requiem

It was a bitter sweet moment today. Our toaster died.

That toaster was a wedding present. It still has the marks on its black side of where DH melted a bread bag onto it. It was a nice streamline model that fit in the appliance cupboard. And now I have to face the world of small appliances again.

DH is not so concerned. "Get a four-slice toaster that can handle bagels." Such a moving testament to the toaster that has finally cooled after almost 18 years of service.

Of course, he's also the one that just snapped the handle of the shovel given to us on our first anniversary...