Buying a toaster

I'm a Jack-in-a-box I know, or I much rather prefer the metaphoric representation of the Birthday cake surprise girl, minus the bikini or body hugging latex. Thanks for all the concerned emails, which I believe I have replied everyone diligently. I write and run :)

No, I'm not dead or sold to Cambodia. No, I'm not secretly married to some investment banker (but that is a nice thought) and no, I haven't been THAT busy shopping I forgot I have a blog.

I just, well didn't think I had very much to write.

I went shopping with this girlfriend of mine, Jessie, the other day cos she wanted to buy some household appliances for her absolute pig of a boyfriend who looks like he doesn't have a life outside his living room couch. She wanted to buy him a toaster because there was this tiny fully chromed one that she thought would blend in perfectly to the kitchen. Additionally, she's been awfully inspired by Yakun Toast after one eventful Tuesday morning breakfast.

"I'll get him the toaster" she said,

"Why do you need a toaster for? Isn't it a waste of money?" I replied

"No it isn't. Plus I think it looks pretty."

"Silver really isn't my thing, but don't you think this is a little impractical?"

"Impractical? Mylene, it's a toaster. It's job is to toast."

"Yea but, all it does is just toast. Don't you think you should get something that toast and does other stuff as well.." I argued,

"Like?"

"Like, a Mircowave?!"

Was I wrong?