Kieferrific, My Human Anti-Twin

Kieferrific happens upon my kitchen, a veritable half-way house for all strange appliances and kitchen accoutrements passed on by my increasingly purging nonagenarian neighbors. And she sees the '50s sandwich maker and remarks:

'Giiiiiiirl, you don’t need to get married – you already have the appliances you could ever want.'

Aaaaaaaaaw. Cute Kieferrific moment, a rather interesting commentary on marriage as an institution, and yet another indication that our cranial paths personify “Opposite Day.”