Women and Death (and Toasters)

 New plan.  I need to write something on the topic of "women and death."  I also need to write a story about a woman with a talking toaster who claims to be God (the toaster, not the woman).  Perhaps I can somehow merge the two together and write about "women and death and toasters."

On Tuesday morning, Allison woke up, hit the snooze button, fell asleep, woke up again, went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her face, weighed herself, walked into the kitchen, said hello to the toaster, poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat down at the table. The first thing she noticed was that she was seventeen minutes late to work. The second thing she noticed was that the toaster was talking. Toasters weren't supposed to talk.