Awww... isn't that sweet! A heart shaped piece of toast.
Bleech! Choke! Groan!
In the morning something cute like that makes me want to throw my breakfast plate up against the wall. I'm not a morning person. Can you tell? It takes me a good hour to slowly wake from my coma that's called sleep. My dad used to sing to us kids to get us to wake up. It was the only time I wanted to strangle him.
I was so out of it I didn't even notice my piece of bread was shaped like a heart until I was halfway through spreading peanut butter on it. Then I cursed and stomped around until I found my camera and took a picture of the damned thing to show all of you. But now that I'm awake and had some tea it is pretty cute.