CVS brand six-bladed razors. I do not know why, but I can tell you that after two years, these babies last for literally months at a time of thrice-weekly leg shaves. No joke.

Huh! I am obsessed with some Target brand ones, but Target is kind of a pain for me to get to. The three-blade CVS ones I bought recently were for shit.

Yikes, Jess!!!

I do love me some Apartment Therapy, Amy. (I'm still mad that Domino got cancelled.)

I did not set anything on fire tonight, Jessica, but I DID set my parents kitchen on fire three time between 12 and 17. Accidentally, I swear.

But now you get to go new toaster-oven shopping!

That sounded like more fun in my head.

In other product news, tonight I tried the Reed's Ginger "Brew," and not so much! Am I seriously going to have to buy the local one from the 7-11 for a proper Dark & Stormy at home??

Eek, Jess! Maybe don't burn your house down?

So...anyone else's evening involve setting a toaster oven on fire? Just me then?

Not tonight.

I mean, it's happened before.

Clearly.

Fire extinguishers are good.

Everything okay, Jessica?

So...anyone else's evening involve setting a toaster oven on fire?

My apartment-mate did that . In 1995. Slacker! I've told that story here, maybe?

Anyway, typical college student found appliance, didn't work right: spring mechanism was broken. We all knew this, so we'd watch the toaster. One of my roommates was a notorious flake. Add to that I was working in a family owned bagel shop, and they'd always send me home with as many dayolds as I wanted, so we always had bagels.

Tanya put a sesame seed bagel in the toaster and apparently got distracted. I start hearing an alarming popping sound from my room and smell smoke as the smoke alarm begins to blare. Run to the kitchen and Tanya is standing in front of a flaming toaster. Popping sound was sesame seeds exploding. Tanya grabs the FLOUR to throw and I screech at her NO!!! and knock her into the wall as I rush to the counter. I yank the plug from the wall, shove open the kitchen window and by the cord, lob the flaming toaster out onto the walk. Right at class change time, freaking a bunch of students out.

We became known as the Flaming Toaster Bomb apartment.

We became known as the Flaming Toaster Bomb apartment.

And *I* have a bad rep?

That is hilarious so long as no one was hurt.

Well, Tanya's feelings were hurt when she procured us a new toaster and we forbade her to use it without supervision... but she'd burn dinner on a regular basis anyway. We kinda forbade her from using any open heat element.

And her dignity took a beating when I went out (with quite the audience) to retrieve the burnt out wreck because she was too embarrassed to. Of course I told them who was responsible.