Apparently, I have a type. Sure, most guys have a type, be they blonde or brunette, buxom or bootylicious, etc. But no. My type is more specific. My type is “women who demand that toaster ovens be ...

My toaster died last week. It had been a faithful yet unobtrusive companion for the past eight years sitting passively on my kitchen counter until needed. Recently it had begun to act up, requiring ...