Comprising a Life

After I divorced my ex-wife for matters we won't go into here, I went about cleaning out all the Disney/Mickey Mouse paraphernalia with which she had so thoroughly trashed up my home.  But one item that had escaped my vendetta (I guess because I still needed some way to make toast) was this damn Mickey Mouse toaster.  My ex-wife and possessor of the low horizons had long ago replaced my normal toaster with its protective plastic housing with this Mickey Mouse toaster which was shrouded in metal.  After burning my fingers while getting my toast for the very last time I decided to take all of my pent-up feelings concerning the reasons I had to divorce the above mentioned ex-companion out on this hapless toaster.  You can't imagine the amount of stress relief a 3 1/2 pound mall and a toaster can provide.  I know most readers have been there at one time or another in their lives and I guess this was just my time to visit!