This was a very special birthday present from my guy, Wharfrat (an extremely humble man with no ego whatsoever, gasp, choke).  We were in Arizona and spotted the Toastercycle in Cave Creek, at a place called the Town Dump.  I fell in love with it (am I sick, or what), but it was too expensive.  I figured a picture would have to do.  About a week before my birthday, a huge tractor trailer pulled up in front of my house and delivered my very special gift.  It's new home is in my den with my computer.  So far, anyone who sees it, just stares in total silence.  I guess the beauty of it overwhelms them.

Many have suggested that eating a slice of my toast was suicidal.  I know that when I fed it to the birds, they dropped from the sky.  However, I thought this picture showed a rather unique way to reach Toaster Heaven, if one is so inclined.  One slice or two?

While this is one of my many techniques for making my world-famous Toast de Quiche, this is not me.  It's one of my students.  Obviously, she graduated Summa cum Loud.

I got the Toastercycle.  What are the odds of me getting this for my next birthday?  I don't think so!

Well, I found my next computer.  The speed is measured in teethbytes, and I understand you need a lot of dough in order to buy it.

The street where I should live.  I hope there's a fire department near enough to respond quickly to a phone call or smoke signals or both.

There's another picture that deserves to be here, but it's need to be seen in all its glory at it's website, which is in Italy...The Toaster.  Feast your eyes on a true work of art, a mural of a toaster made from 3,053 pieces of toast.  Check it out!