A few weeks after Eric and I started dating, he bought me a toaster oven. He was spending a lot of time at my gram’s condo with me (where I lived throughout college) and knew I had gone through a series of mishaps with the plain old toaster my gram owned. This toaster oven has moved five times from various residences in Florida, Illinois, Georgia, and North Carolina.
It died at the beginning of this week. Eight years later. Not bad for an inexpensive gesture and I must admit, a part of me is just a little sad.