Thursday, August 21, 2008

Chewy, the Bad Toaster

Ok, so say you have this friend named...Chewy. Chewy always makes your sandwiches, and he is good at it, because making sandwiches is kind of his thing. He knows that every night you will want a turkey sandwich with provolone cheese, lettuce, tomato and mayo on wheat bread. Chewy knows exactly how much of everything to put on the sandwich because every night you say, "Chewy, this sandwich is perfect! You are the man, Chewy!" Then one day you get home and Chewy starts making your sandwich. You get your sandwich and it is a tuna sandwich on rye. Chewy knows you hate tuna and you are allergic to rye bread, so you say, "Chewy, what the heck?!"

So a few of you may know that I recently have discovered that I totally dig english muffins. Love em! How I just figured this out 26 years into my life is a little odd, I know. But I've been eating english muffins a lot for the past few weeks. I've gotten my toaster,"Chewy", to the exact perfect setting for a deliciously toasted english muffin. So tonight I give Chewy my last english muffin and then start taking out the trash. I'm not really worried about my english muffin, knowing that Chewy knows how toasted I like them. But Chewy forgot:


Bad Chewy!
Now my house smells like burned popcorn.

3 comments:

merydwen said...

you crack me up!

All about us... said...

Bad Chewy! haha...you're so silly. I love the toaster in the corner. Too funny :)
Julie

Sara said...

How funny...you should upgrade to a Black and Decker toaster oven, I did and it is the greatest!

Cousin Sara