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My Top 12 Posts of 2014 – Not necessarily what I expected

Today, we’re taking a look at the top 12 most popular posts of 2013. Partly because I find it interesting. But mostly because it’s a writing prompt by my friend, MamaKat. So here they are, in no particular order, for your enjoyment.

For your convenience, there are tissues … barf bags … and rotten tomatoes located in the boxes under your seats. You be the judge.

Ten Things That Are Now 50 Years Old

The Day I Saw The Conjuring (aka The Day I Nearly Peed My Pants in Chicago)

Congratulations to My Son on His Graduation Day


Seriously, that boy’s going to be a Nobel Peace Prize winner, a gold medalist AND President of the United States one day.

A Letter to Hamilton Beach … Toaster Department, Please

Happy Labor Day from ODNT

Goodbye, 3850 Red Cypress Drive. And Thank You.


Oh, but if these walls could talk …  my brother and I would’ve gotten into WAY more trouble back in the ’80s.

The Day Things Got Hairy at Disney World

What do I have to do to get you into a pair of #MonsterInspiration headphones today?

Letter #3 to Hamilton Beach (I’m a lover, not a fighter)


Thanks to Hamilton Beach, I am now a wanted felon in the small appliance community.

With Hamsters like Herve, Who Needs Coffee?

Make Money, Not War … with gapNsnap!

One day, somebody’s gonna find that missing body part in my hallway


Because when you accidentally circumcise your toe, nothing goes down better than Chick-Fil-A.

Tomatoes. I KNEW it would be the tomatoes. (sigh)


A Murder in Pictures (Sponsored by Hamilton Beach)


Just joining us for the Hamilton Beach Toaster Chronicles? For it all to make sense, you have to read these posts first:


First things first. With two identical toasters in the house, I thought it crucial that I irrefutably identify the culprit …


… and give him one last crack at his job. (A final cigarette seemed so redundant.)


He did not disappoint. (This photo was taken outside where the smoke forced us to flee.)

* * * * * * * * * *

And then the murder. But how?

* * * * * * * * * *




Running down with the car?


Drowning/electrocution (Can you electrocute a toaster?)

I decided on a more humane method.


So I blindfolded the toaster …


… and myself …




Is this what you wanted, Hamilton Beach?


(awkward silence)

It is finished.

And now we’ll all just have to go on with our lives and try to pretend nothing ever happened.

(cue ominous music as camera slowly zooms out and screen fades to black)

* * * * * * * * * *

This post was submitted for MamaKat’s writing prompt asking us to “talk about a problem you tackled this week.”


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The Great American Toast-Off of 2013

Just joining us for the Hamilton Beach Toaster Chronicles? You might want to read these posts first:

You: “Oh, my God! You are LITERALLY still writing about freakin’ toast?!!?”

Me: Dammit, (personalize with your name)! This is SCIENCE!”


Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the main event of the night … the Great American Toast-Off of 2013.

ON THE LEFT … weighing in at 3.1 pounds, hailing from the Hamilton Beach Warranty/Recall Center in Olive Branch, Mississippi … please welcome the NEWCOMERRRRRRRR!

ON THE RIGHT …  weighing in at 3.4 pounds, hailing from the shelf of a dirty Kmart in Metairie, Louisiana and leaving a trail of burned pastry in his infamous wake … please welcome the FIRRRRRRRE STARTERRRRRRR!

Okay, gentlemen, we want a clean fight. You’ll each be given 5 slices of bread upon which you’ll be expected to perform your duties on each of your five settings. Your performance will be timed and photographed on each of these settings. You cannot hit below the belt, hold, trip, kick, headbutt, wrestle, bite, spit on, or push your opponent. Remember to protect yourself at all times. Okay, touch gloves and come out at the bell!

 (Sound of Bell)



  1. 1:01 (Top left)
  2. 1:15 (Top right)
  3. 1:41 (Bottom left)
  4. 2:07 (Bottom right)
  5. 2:27 (Below) – The only one I would designate as “burned.” I still ate it. Out of spite.




  1. 0:47 (Top left – Fine. This time. Just remember, the ONE thing he’s consistent about is his inconsistency.)
  2. 2:20 (Top right – Half burned.)
  3. 1:41 (Bottom left – I have no explanation for why he held back here. He’s shifty like that)
  4. 2:29 (Bottom right – Burned.)
  5. 5:33 (Below – Charred to the point that his dental records would be unrecognizable. If toast had teeth.)

20131209-133206.jpgI should add that, BECAUSE I WAS FORCED TO HOLD THE SMOKING TOASTER OUT OF OF THE WINDOW for setting #4, I opted to test setting number #5 outdoors … using an external, grounded, weatherproof outlet on my back deck.


It was a wise decision.

Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have a winner. (sound of bacon frying to simulate tumultuous applause) But now I must go. I have a murder to premeditate.*

*Trust me. This makes A LOT more sense if you’ve been following along since the beginning.


That Suburban Momma

The Toastman Cometh!

Just joining us for the Hamilton Beach Toaster Chronicles? Get up to speed by reading these posts first:



And it comes with TWO important responsibilities!!

1. Test the snot out of Toaster #2.


Okay. (deep breaths) I’m going to need some bread, bagels, waffles, Kellogg’s Limited Edition Frosted Pumpkin Pie Pop-Tarts, a sharp knife, a couple of blindfolds, a small kitchen garbage bag and a shovel. And possibly a priest or a therapist after I’m done. Ooh, and a Diet Coke.

You guys feel ready? Let’s do this.


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Letter #4 to Hamilton Beach (How am *I* the outlaw here?)

Dear “Betty,”

What can I say? You guys have been very flexible about which I am most appreciative. I hope that you’re right about the “it may arrive sooner” part you mentioned  because we’re now only able to use our toaster when the dial is set to 1. If possible, it seems to be getting evenhotter. Consequently, we’ve been eating mostly hot and cold cereals and other breakfast foods that don’t rely on a toaster around here. But, frankly, we miss bagels! And Pop-Tarts! And I just found some pumpkin spice waffles my kids are dying to try!

Concerning the cord amputation, are you sure you don’t want to examine the machine in its entirety to determine exactly what went wrong? Yes. I know you can’t dissect every lemon, but it’s a valid suggestion, don’t you think? If, however, you still want me to proceed with the original plan so you can see a picture of my dead toaster, I’ll enlist my husband’s assistance. He used to work with animals so things like death and guts are no strangers to him. I’m sure he can help me with this difficult task. We’ll get you your (sniff) gruesome photo as soon as the new toaster arrives.

Thanks again for working with me. And feel free to crack a smile. I’ll bet you have a lovely one. 🙂

Michele Robert Poche

P.S. I’d love a UPS tracking number if that’s not too much trouble.

I Googled “Dead Toaster” in an attempt to find a comical image to accompany this post.

Interestingly enough, when I scrolled down through the images a bit, I actually found a picture of ME holding a butcher knife to a toaster. My image was number 70 on the list. Seventy! Seriously? *I* am the seventieth deadliest person in the world to toasters??? Thanks a lot, Hamilton Beach. You’ve made me a monster in the small appliance community.

Of course, the whole thing got me to thinking … and Googling. And I discovered that, as far as toasters are concerned, I get WAY more infamous than seventieth. Thanks to Hamilton Beach.

Googling “I KILLED MY TOASTER” earned me 4th deadliest …


“MY DEAD TOASTER” inched me up to number 3 …


“I AMPUTATED MY TOASTER” brought me to 2 …


And yes, my friends … thanks to Hamilton Beach … I am now the number one image provided by Google when searching “I KILLED A DEFENSELESS TOASTER!”


P.S. For the record, images four and five here are also mine. I have no idea what image two is but, thanks to Hamilton Beach, we will now all be having nightmares tonight. (shudder)

Stay tuned, guys. That toaster’s got to be coming soon!


That Suburban Momma

Hamilton Beach wrote back (I can almost smell the toast. Almost.)

Just joining us for the Hamilton Beach Toaster Chronicles? Get up to speed by reading these posts first:

Dear Michele,

Thank you for contacting us.

We will be happy to advance ship the new appliance to you without the photo of the disabled unit.

Please allow 7-10 business days for the new toaster to arrive, however, it may arrive sooner. We will be happy to send the UPS tracking number for your new appliance once it is available.

Once you receive your new appliance, please unplug your defective appliance, cut off the plug, and send a picture of the disabled unit to photo@hamiltonbeach.com.  Please be sure to include your consumer number (1504480) in the subject line as well as your name and address in the body of the email.

Thank you again for contacting Hamilton Beach Brands, Inc. .

Consumer Affairs

It’s just a guess, but here’s what I think happened:

Hamilton Beach Headquarters

(Southern Pines, NC, Board Room)

G.H. Trepp, Hamilton Beach Brands CEO, rubbed his temples. He was offered two aspirin and a glass of water by a lackey who entered the room. Refusing the water, he grabbed the aspirin and swallowed them dry, chasing them with a handful of chewable antacids.

“Now let me get this straight,” he said to the two women at the table. “She told you she didn’t have a receipt so you asked her for the model number. A model number that determined that the product warranty was expired. Why didn’t it end there?”

“She was very persistent, sir,” said Betty, the first woman. “She explained that she just bought the toaster on October 25, 2013 and that the warranty should’ve lasted longer than three weeks. And then she started talking about the Brady Bunch … and finding an earring in her burrito … and, well, I wasn’t sure what to do.”

“So what did you do, Betty?” asked Trepp, removing his glasses and sitting back in his chair.

“Well,” Betty began nervously, “I called Veronica in on the claim. She’s used to dealing with claimants like this nut job in New Orleans.”

“Now, Betty. We don’t call them nut jobs. The New Orleans woman is a valued customer just like everyone —“

“Excuse me, Mr. Trepp,” interrupted Veronica, the second woman. “Betty is absolutely right. This woman is crazy.”


“Oh?” said Trepp, taking in Veronica’s face carefully so he could vividly remember the person who’d just cut him off so abruptly. “You have something to add, Veronica?”

“Yes, sir. I have to support Betty on this one. The woman from New Orleans … Mrs. Poche … she does seem a little crazy. I mean, well, her emails certainly seem crazy.”

“Can you please elaborate on these ‘crazy’ emails, Veronica?” he patronized, using his fingers to indicate quotation marks in the air.

“Well … yes, sir,” Veronica answered, a little rattled. “You see,” she began, “I offered to send Mrs. Poche a new toaster. And I even offered to pay the shipping on it.”

“You offered to pay the shipping??” injected Trepp. “That’s insane! You offered to pay the shipping on a toaster for which the customer has no receipt AND the product warranty was expired?”

Veronica was red-faced. “Y-y-yes sir, I did,” she stammered. “But —“

“And THEN what happened, Veronica? I am just DYING to hear what happened next.” Trepp went back to rubbing his temples.

“And then, sir, I followed standard protocol.” Veronica’s body relaxed a little, relieved that she remembered to follow company policy. “I asked Mrs. Poche to cut off the cord for the toaster and email us a picture of the disabled machine.” She started to get nervous again.

“And???” Trepp shot out.

“AND SHE REFUSED TO DO IT!” Veronica screamed, now full on crying.  “She kept talking about amputations and euthanasia and … and … she accused us of being a bunch of Mafia overlords!!” Betty jumped to her feet to console her friend.

The two women stared desperately into Trepp’s eyes. They needed answers. And they needed them now. “What do you want us to do now, sir?” Betty finally managed.

Trepp walked over the refreshment table and poured himself a tall glass of something. From across the room, the women were not able to discern the label on the bottle. He took several fast, dramatic slugs from the glass, set it down and walked back to the conference table.

With his hands folded under his chin, he looked at the two women and said, deliberately and through gritted teeth, “What do we have to do to make this problem go away … forever?”

The silence was deafening for a moment.

Then Veronica spoke up. “I think we need to send Mrs. Poche a new toaster to replace the old one with the expired warranty for which she doesn’t have a receipt. We will pay the shipping. And we’ll send it without asking her to disable the old one first.” She screwed up all of her courage and then said, “Right, sir?”

Trepp turned away to face the window. “Make it happen,” he mumbled stoically, staring blankly through the glass at something in the distance as he gestured for them to leave.

The two women jumped up to flee the room and put the plan into action when suddenly Trepp swiveled back in his chair to face them. “But ladies!” he called out, smiling shrewdly. “Please tell Mrs. Poche that we’ll still expect her to ‘amputate’ her old toaster and send us a picture, won’t you? Once she gets the new one, of course. Do make sure that part’s in there for me, please, ladies.”

The women nodded compliantly and slowly backed out of the room. Trepp swiveled back to the window laughing, almost maniacally.

Well played, Mr. Trepp. Well played.

I emailed back, of course, and will post my reply right here soon. Thanks for following along. Now go make sure your turkey is thawing!


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Letter #3 to Hamilton Beach (I’m a lover, not a fighter)

Just joining us for the Hamilton Beach Toaster Chronicles? Get up to speed by reading these posts first:

Dear “Veronica,”

Thanks for writing me back to help resolve my family’s toaster issue. In light of the fact that I am without a receipt for the merchandise in question, I appreciate that you are still offering to help me obtain a new machine. I do, however, have mixed feelings about the request you made in your previous email.

“… please unplug your appliance and cut the electrical cord off where it comes out of the machine and send a picture of the disabled unit to photo@hamiltonbeach.com.”

Wait … seriously? You guys need to see my dead toaster as proof of my loyalty? That’s kind of Mafia-ish, don’t you think?



Perhaps you weren’t sent all of my previous emails where I made it clear that my machine was, indisputably, a very unpredictable fire hazard, but I never said it didn’t work. I just said I had to hover over it like a new parentan airborne traffic reporter … a person who loves her kitchen when I use it. Unless I want to summon my local fire department.

That said, I am asking that you please reconsider your request that I euthanize the toaster to prove that I am not committing fraud and scamming you for a new appliance. Frankly, if that were my thing, I’d like to think I’d be smart enough to hunt much bigger game in your jungles. Perhaps a rotisserie oven … or a GrillStation 5 Burner Gas Grill.

The thing is … my family relies heavily on our toaster every day. Especially for breakfast. And 7 to 14 “business days” could easily become even longer. And that’s time that I’d rather have a toaster that I could use, hover over and unplug (I always do, by the way) than have nothing at all. This error is not mine. Why should my kids go without toastables for what we both know will probably be a whole month?

Right? Of course, right.
So thanks in advance for understanding that, if it’s all the same, I’m not going to amputate my toaster’s cord and be without a toaster (albeit a needy, operationally unstable one) for weeks or even a month. There will be no pictures sent other than the ones in this email. I will, however, be more than happy to send you the troubled machine (at your expense) through the mail once my new one arrives so that you can perform an execution, autopsy or any other necessary forensics.
Until then, I thank you for your time and look forward to hearing back from you soon.
Michele Robert Poche
Consumer #1504480
P.S. Because you are new to this claim, I want to inform you that all of our correspondence is being shared on my humor blog at http://olddognewtits.com. Even though, as everyone knows, burned toast is no laughing matter.

Stay tuned for more of the Hamilton Beach Toaster Chronicles.

I know. It sounds absolutely SPELLBINDING, doesn’t it?


Wait. Hamilton Beach doesn’t BELIEVE me???

Just joining us for the Hamilton Beach Toaster Chronicles? Get up to speed by reading these posts first:

Dear Michele,

Thank you for contacting us.

In order to assist you with your warranty claim, please unplug your appliance and cut the electrical cord off where it comes out of the machine and send a picture of the disabled unit to photo@hamiltonbeach.com.  Please be sure to include your consumer number (1504480) in the subject line as well as your name and address in the body of the email.

After we receive your above information, your new appliance will arrive in 7-14 business days.  It could arrive sooner, pending stock availability.

Shipping and handling is not covered under the limited warranty, however Hamilton Beach will pay the cost of shipping in this instance.

Thank you for contacting Hamilton Beach Brands and please let us know if there is anything else we can assist you with.

Name  Withheld (New person. Presumably “Betty’s” friend so we’ll call her “Veronica.”)

Consumer Affairs

Well, I have to give “Veronica” credit for spelling my name correctly. (Nobody ever does that the first time out of the gate.) Still, I am very displeased with this ugly burden of proof thing she’s introduced to our little equation.

Do you not BELIEVE me, Veronica???


You got me. I scam big corporations out of $25 kitchen appliances. 

Now, I ask you, “Veronica” … if I were going to lie about something not working properly in my home, don’t you think I’d shoot higher up the Hamilton Beach food chain? Don’t you think I’d have the smarts to go for a juicer … or a Big Mouth® Deluxe 14 Cup Food Processor with French Fry Blade?

Frankly, I’m a little insulted.

And I feel another letter coming on …


Letter #2 to Hamilton Beach (Plus an overdue apology to Kmart)

Just joining us for the Hamilton Beach Toaster Chronicles? Get up to speed by reading these posts first:

Hi, “Betty,”

Thanks for your prompt reply. As you requested, I’m writing you from this same email thread so that you will have my original letter detailing the problem as well as all of the model information for my toaster.

I really appreciate your righting this little wrong for my family. Over the course of my lifetime, I have had very varied experiences dealing with customer service personnel. For example, I have dined at restaurants where …

  1. The kitchen misplaced our order and the food took forever to arrive.
  2. The waitress served my daughter a grilled cheese sandwich that had been contaminated by rotten seafood
  3. My tightly-wrapped burrito was served to me containing a bronze earring in the shape of a Tiki statue much like the one from The Brady Bunch Goes to Hawaii episode.

(If you get that joke, it kills. If you don’t, you’re probably too young for The Brady Bunch. But did the 90210 gang ever travel to Hawaii to find a cursed Tiki idol? Or maybe those geeky dudes from The Big Bang Theory?)

In all of these cases, mistakes were made. And, in all of these cases, restitution was offered.  (By the way, nothing says “I’m sorry” like a complimentary order of jalapeño poppers.)  So I walked away feeling good about my overall experience.

The thing is … stuff breaks, products have glitches and the world is an imperfect place. (Don’t tell my kids. I’m trying to keep them in the dark as long as possible.) But it is the immediate and full attention of corporate representatives like yourself that smooths over the rough edges. I appreciate that attention. And my kids are thrilled they won’t have to eat burned pastry anymore. Plus nothing makes them happier than when their mom resolves a customer service issue.


Michele Robert Poche 

(Address from original email omitted here so you wouldn’t feel obligated to send me gifts.)

P..S. You mentioned that the product warranty on this item had expired. Which is weird because we JUST purchased the toaster on Friday, October 25. So I can only assume that this item had been sitting on the dusty, riddled-with-errant-bits-of-garbage-and-illegally-opened-candy shelves of my local Kmart for the full 90-day, 6-month or even 1-year warranty that accompanies your product. (I scoured your website to determine its warranty information but couldn’t find it anywhere, by the way.)

Spoiler: There has already been more communication between HB and me. And I’m not thrilled by how it’s going. Stay tuned for the next installment of The Hamilton Beach Toaster Chronicles coming (God-and-my-children-willing) tomorrow.

In the meantime, please enjoy this holiday ad from Kmart. I’ve been slamming them a lot in my posts and I want to offer an olive branch. It’s not your fault, Kmart, and I’m sorry I’m taking it out on you. And, for the record, I love this commercial and see no reason for all the hubbub. Victoria’s Secret’s been doing it for years.

 Great. Now I have to apologize to Victoria’s Secret.


Hamilton Beach wrote back! Cue the Pumpkin Pop-Tarts!

I wrote a letter to Hamilton Beach a few days ago about an unpredictably combustible toaster my family recently purchased from (ahem) Kmart. And I just heard back from them. The news is good but I’ll be happiest when my kitchen is confidently toasting bread and other starchy delicacies again. Of course, I’ll be writing Hamilton Beach back as well. And posting that letter shortly right here at ODNT. Please enjoy my daily minutiae over your morning coffee and (ironically) other breakfast items that very likely involved a toaster. (sigh)

Dear Michelle,

Thank you for contacting us.

The product warranty began the date you purchased the product, and required you to maintain your sales receipt as proof of purchase. In the absence of a sales receipt, we must use the series code located on the product to determine when the product was manufactured.  According to the information you provided your product warranty has expired, however, we will be happy to replace your toaster in this instance.

In an effort to assist you with a warranty claim, we ask that you please provide your shipping address.

Be sure to include your original email when responding.  Please do not discard your appliance.

Thank you for contacting Hamilton Beach and we look forward to assisting you further.

Name Withheld to Protect the Innocent (Let’s just call her “Betty”)
Consumer Affairs

Geez! The warranty expired? We just bought it on October 25. It’s been three weeks. Maybe it has a really short shelf life. Like milk … or today’s celebrity marriages. (Oh, relax, Hanks and Cosby. You know I’m not talking about you.)