Dear Old Reliable,
We are so glad you are once again in charge of turning our buttercrust wheat bread into toast of a morning.
There will be a lot less cussing, growling and stomping about with you back on the counter.
Where you belong.
Yes, I got the message.
Loud and clear.
You may be going’ on fifteen, but you still “got it”.
Even if you aren’t as curvaceous and chromey as my attempt at replacement.
Please forgive me.
I was an idiot.
You are a charming wedding gift and I won’t banish you again…or loan you to my mother.
Please keep up the good work.
Today’s toast was lovely.
The Lady of the House


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