Over the past few months our toaster has been fading. I could put in a slice of bread at the highest setting, let the dog out, get out my meds, check my blood sugar, take my pills, get in a few swigs of coffee and check my Facebook notifications all before my toast came up. I was sad. It's a lovely four-slicer, a wedding gift from my sister-in-law.
On the other hand, we have much smaller family now than we did then, and a MUCH smaller kitchen. That toaster takes up a lot of real estate on that small counter...
So last weekend I bought a new toaster. This one will do four slices too, in two long slots, so it's the width of a two-piece toaster but longer - saves us six inches of counter space. Not a bad deal. The only problem is that we haven't quite found the setting that doesn't burn everything yet. And the toast is done so FAST!
Throwing away a wedding gift makes you think, a little.
Hey. My marriage outlasted the toaster.
(Better than the first one. I still have at least one working small appliance leftover from that one, but we won't talk about that.)
When the store wanted to sell me the extended two year warranty, I shrugged it off. The last one made it nearly 14 years. It was made to last.
I guess the marriage was too.
Hubby and I have had some tough times. In fact, I don't know that we've truly had any 'easy' times for any length of time. We've stood shoulder to shoulder against social services, job losses, health issues, college tuitions, teen pregnancies, remodels, financial crises and the care of not one but two infirm old ladies. We've borne some heavy crosses. And we did it together.