The Boy’s birthday was on Saturday and came none too soon. For one thing, I found out during our trip to California that he hates the toaster oven I got him last year for his birthday. So I needed his birthday to hurry and get here so I’d remember to get him a different toaster oven for his birthday this year.
Romance, we has it.
I found the perfect toaster oven and hatched a plan to have it waiting for him to make something toasty on Saturday morning. This meant opening the box, unwrapping everything and setting it up…then putting it back inside the box until Friday night when The Boy went to bed.
Let me help you guess where I’m going with this: I opened a box. I closed the box. I covered the box, in my office for ease of access, with Obi’s blanket.
Obi was going absolutely nuts over this. He spent all day Friday digging at the box. On the box on top of the blanket. By the box. On the box. Under the blanket on the box – and that time I swear he actually got IN the box.
Then, Friday night, I changed my mind about how to give it to him. So I didn’t put it out.
Saturday morning I decided that would have been a fine idea. Luckily, The Boy doesn’t toast things for breakfast so much as he toasts things for lunch, so I set up the toaster oven before he came back from the Saturday train meeting. I couldn’t find any bows so I put a classy yellow post-it on the front that said “a toast for your birthday.”
Then I gave Obi the box.
Oliver came to check it out for a while as well.
Then The Boy came home and made Obi into a box monster.
Box monsters do not like the flash. They attack the box in retribution.
The Boy likes his new toaster oven – complete with a higher ceiling and a timer. Also, it matches the microwave in both style and size so it has moved out to the breakfast nook. This frees up valuable counter space and we’re both excited about that.
Happy Boy’s birthday to the whole Thunder household, I guess.
I kind of hate my microwave. My birthday is in January.
I hope you have an awesome Girl to buy you one. Appliance you hate are the worst!
I don’t have a toaster oven, so dibs on the old one.
I love how much cats love boxes. That’s what I’m giving Esme for Christmas.
Christmas is like, well, Christmas for cats. Boxes and crinkly paper everywhere!
Seriously, though, I thought last year’s toaster oven was awesome. It looks cool. It has a toaster on top. But evidently it is too short for toasting a sandwich and there’s no timer. Worked fine for what I wanted it for (toast). http://www.walmart.com/ip/Hamilton-Beach-Toastation-2-in-1-2-Slice-Toaster-Oven-Red-22703/14711169