From the "My husband thinks I'm a moron" department

It was roughly 8:00 AM and I was getting Eric into his boots so Rich could take him to school. I was a little hungry so I popped some bread into the toaster oven and turned it on and proceeded to help E into his outdoor clothes.

Rich came down to snag a cup of Joe for the road and called out "Do you know there's toast being made in here?"

GAH! Of course there was toast in there. Did he think it magically appeared? Did he think we have some kind of toast fairy that sneakily tries to set fire to people's houses by putting BREAD in the TOASTER OVEN and TURNING IT ON????

yes, that's probably what he thought. Or he thought that I had somehow put in the toast and immediately forgotten about it.

The sad thing is that it's all together possible that I would do that. I'd be sitting upstairs an hour later thinking... Hmmm toast might be good about now. I'd put in the toast and get distracted by a little ball of fluff floating in the air... then 2 hours later I'd be really hungry but there would be no bread and then I'd get distracted by a little ball of fluff floating in the air...

No wonder I've been losing weight lately.