Toast

My family has strange tendencies, I wont say that my mother is a neat freak, but she does have her moments. The thing that shes the most adamant about is food being wrapped, closed and twisty-tied properly before its put into the refrigerator. Somehow toast does not apply. Its not uncommon for unwanted pieces of toast to be sitting in the toaster for over 24 hours. This baffles me to no end. Toast is such a disregarded food. Bread is the foundation to our entire food pyramid, yet in my family it is abandoned to fend for itself in a benign toaster. We are turning into a family of psudeo Aztecs, letting our food dangle in an appliance wondering if the lever will be pushed down and it will be sacrificed to the toaster gods. I suppose what I’m implying here is that bread has feelings too, I’m not entirely sure how I strayed so far from what I was originally trying to say which was that my family is strange. I guess through the winded path of this paragraph, I’ve only illustrated that I myself am weird.And for that I do not apologize.