“Gah! That’s why they’re so light, it’s been turned down!” I was talking about the toaster, of course. The dial, usually at around five or six, was now sitting at two. My English muffins were not quite toasted to their usual crispness. “You know, I never look at the toaster settings before making toast. That’s my only weakness.”
DW began to guffaw. And by guffaw, I mean laugh. Uproariously. For about twenty minutes.
Seriously, she laughed through about four rooms in the house, collapsed on the bed laughing, and returned to the kitchen still out of breath from laughing so hard. Her side began hurting from laughing so hard, and still she kept on. Finally, when she managed to sneak in a few breaths during the pauses, she crowed, “The saddest part is I think you think it’s true!”
She then proceeded to injure herself even more due to excessive laughter. I must say, I don’t feel one bit sorry for you!
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