I asked for a hot air popcorn popper for Christmas. It is one of those items that I would probably not spend $25 on for myself but would LOVE to own and now I have one.
I also asked for a Roku box for Christmas because paying Comcast $5 every time the kids want to watch a movie really chafes.
My husband asked me if I wanted to go see Sherlock Holmes. I said, "no." he looked disappointed.
"Do you?" I asked him.
"Sort of." he said. I looked into it and found out that the one that's in theaters now is the sequel to the one that came out a couple of years ago. Rather then pay $8/person PLUS a babysitter to go see a movie we might not like, I suggested we watch the first one on our new Roku box, with homemade popcorn and Amazon Instant Video/Prime streaming.
After 1 technical difficulty (Amazon prime on the Roku said that the move was $4.99 but I rented it on my computer for $0.99) we were ready to watch.
I moved to the kitchen to start the popcorn. My husband went upstairs to tell the kids to be quiet for the 50th time.
The popcorn popped in no time. Note: A few kernels go a LONG way. My husband walked into the kitchen in time to help me catch the overflowing stream of popcorn.
I melted butter.
Then a shrill voice came from upstairs, "Is that POPCORN!?!?"
"No." I called back.
Shrill outdid shrill and a harpie's voice screeched back, "then why do I smell BUTTER!?!"