Happy Monday, Persephoneers! I hope your first weekend of December was a good one. It’s unseasonably warm in central Indiana, which has turned out to be a good thing for my household.
Our toaster crapped out on us this weekend in the most fantastic way. After sort of burning bits of toast yesterday, it full-out charred two pieces of bread today. While I was in the shower, Mr. Sally J popped some bread in the toaster and went around the corner. Within minutes, the toast was charred to a crisp, the smoke detector was beeping and the kids thought we should call 911 (we didn’t).
Now it’s nearly 12 hours later and the house still smells like burning. I’m glad the windows and doors were able to be thrown wide open today to help air things out.
What’s your most favorite minor disaster? You can tell me. I smell like burnt toast.