Burned the damn toast.
Not the first time.
My oldest son saw the smoke…before we smelled the burning bread.
One smoke alarm went off.
Then the other.
My hittin’ it with the broom didn’t help.
Except for comic effect.
Did I mention we have someplace to be?
As he drank the first cuppa coffee from the new maker, my husband drolly comments, “Maybe we should have gotten a new toaster?”
“It’ll be fine”, I reply.
Adding, “This hasn’t happened in awhile.”
In other news, The Coffee Is Good.