the snack saga continues

So some of you may remember in my snack post the other day when I said that B has self control when it comes to popcorn. It turns out this is a lie. I found his weakness. The other night I made popcorn in a pot on the stove and put melted butter and salt on it, and B helped me devour it. At one point he shoved the popcorn bowl at me and told me to take it because he realized "I might have been holding it too close to me since it hit me in the neck. And you can quote me on that."

I will, B, I will. And I will draw a picture.

No, he wasn't actually pantsless when he was eating popcorn. But I thought it would be funny to leave him pantsless because then I could bring up the term "Porky Pigging It." Has anyone else heard this expression? It's my favorite. Get it? Shirt + No Pants = Porky Pig.

I'm fantastic!

Also,  the muffled popping sound it makes as the popcorn pushes the lid off (because you put too many kernels in) is one of my most favorite sounds in the whole world. Sigh. Now I want popcorn.

p.s. I think Valentine's Day is weird (and also I hate those stupid boxed chocolates. They're gross. I'm sorry. Please still be my friend) so B and I are going to see A Good Day To Die Hard. Because duh. So maybe I will get my popcorn fix tonight. 

Happy Valentine's Day anyway,
tara