May 27

Like daughter ,like mother. Or is it the other way around. I like my toast almost to the burnt stage. Here at the YMCA our cabin has a perfectly fine toaster. It has a dial that is supposed to let you adjust the way you want your toast. I select as high as it goes. After one cycle,my toast was still too light and wimpy. I want robust toast, if I am going to eat toast at all. So I toasted it again. But it caught fire and the smoke detector went off. I scrambled to turn the alarm off, opened the door,fanned the air.I did not want security to come. And I hoped that my neighbors didn't hear the alarm. Finally ,between standing on a chair, pressing a button on the alarm and fanning the smoke. The air cleared. My daughter was out running , so she only smelled burnt toast when she got home. Tonight, we were celebrating a wonderful day hiking, by making microwave popcorn. My daughter put it in the microwave and set it as directed on the package. The microwave, I guess needed some extra  time to finish popping and you guessed it, it started smoking in the microwave. Once the door was opened, the smoke spread and there was a repeat of my toast fiasco . I just happen to like burnt popcorn, too.

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04.07 | 08:10

I read the last page first too. It’s a family curse.

22.05 | 08:38

so glad youre here mom!

29.08 | 13:45

Don't quite know how this got to me but it was on the top line of my computer (not in email) But I really enjoyed it. I truly admire you.

31.07 | 07:02

Leona, do you have a date or a booked flight that you come back ?

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