I SMELL BURNT TOAST!

(ProBlog: Will this title be yet another far gone North American joke that will be lost on the masses? *sigh* Two weeks 'til I visit the Homeland where people understand where I'm coming from, or at least laugh politely even if they don't ; )

I don't know if it is because I have a tentatively planned trip to IKEA, the modern day pinnacle of affordable Swedish design, but thoughts today have turned to home furnishings. Every time I go to Paris I go to the same little boutique and stare at the same toaster. It is a lovely toaster, perhaps the funkiest toaster in the history of toaster manufacturing...and I love it so. I go in, stare, wonder how it would look in the kitchen...push imaginary toast down....spring imaginary toast up. And then history has dictated that I walk way, still wondering if the toast would taste any better coming from this marvelous little number. I mean I don't even EAT toast really, but it makes me want to eat toast. I have no idea why I have yet to buy it, I mean it's not going to break the bank, and Lord knows I'm not one to forego "luxury" goods should they increase the aesthetics of a room, and not to mention become a great conversation piece. And I mean it's not even a luxury, or an extra - I don't own a toaster. In the oven under the grill for MY toast. Judge for yourself:

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I guess I just have the shopping bug today and am UBER stoked to have a shopping and dinner date with Tana tonight!! YAH! Girls night on the TOWN! OK it's in The Hague, but we take what we can get. I have wedding presents and a birthday prezzie to buy and I know exactly what they're going to be and I'm SO excited to give them! I LOVE giving presents I know people will love!! It is definitely just as good as getting presents. BETTER! I get all jittery and excited and I just want them to rip open the paper! PLUS I'd like to think I pick hot stuff, so then THEY get hot stuff and everyone is happy.

Case in point. I have always said that the Portuguese make smoking look like an art form, especially the (gay) men. I mean move over Orlando, these fine specimens could grace the cover of Cigar Aficionado ANY day. So for one said example of the above I have chosen the most hip personal cigar ashtray. It fits in the palm of your hand so you can walk around at parties. FABULOUS! And will be a perfect accessory, to, well, him!

(Not that as a pharmacist I'm condoning tobacco use of any sort [they made me say that] but if you saw him, you'd agree)

An hour of Tae Bo combined with forgotten lunch does not bode well for concentration. There is a box of cookies in the office kitchen..NO...MUST...RE...SIST...MUST...GO...ON....Maybe I should try to make some toast hehehehe.