Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Crummies


One of my biggest pet peaves as a hausfrau is having to clean up crumbs from off the counters. It's not hard. It's satisfying when it's done. I just hate that the crummies are there in the first place.

My kids eat a lot of toast. A lot. Toast everyday. And so, in an effort to cut down on the crummies, I have devised the Crummie Keeper. As you can see above, it is a cookie sheet with a cooling rack in it wherethrough the crummies fall and are kept until I dispose of them. Thus, I am in control of the crummies, and they are not in control of me.

The Crummies. That sort of sounds like an STD or something.

2 comments:

Dan said...

Just be glad you don't have a Throckmorton in your toaster.

THROCKMORTON (n) The soul of a departed madman: one of those now known to inhabit the timing mechanism of pop-up toasters.

Heather said...

you should market that...you could make millions!