Old Timey Popcorn

I suwannee, I know I hold this blog address. And I know I am expected to maintain it. But life has happened, so, this is what you get. 

And you get what you get and you don't throw a fit. 

(Except up here near Greenland which is really white on a globe, where they say, "you get what you get and you don't get upset."  I don't get that at all. 

So you won't seem me throwing a hissy fit over my new kitchen floor. 

Check out the pattern. 

It's so, patternly!

As of yet, we are living without a microwave for the first time since round about Jimmy Carter. Now we do popcorn the Jiffy Pop way. We break rules, too, popping over a glass-top stove, in a kitchen with a patterned floor. This takes nearly a quarter of an hour. 

The highlight of living in a tiny house (to which you will be granted an insider's pass in an upcoming blog, as if I have time to post these inane updates to my life) is the all new and improved FRIDAY NIGHT MOVIE NIGHTS! We've hosted exactly one (1) (uno) (I) such event and it was a roaring success. After popping popcorn that took way longer than 2.5 minutes, we returned to The Shakiest Gun in the West starring the inimitable Don Knotts. Oh my goodness, we all hooted, it was such a riot. Benjy was impressed that it was in color. Camden was all about the gestures and slapstick. I was all blessed and verklempt that we'd pulled off this crazy move and that it worked. God's plan so worked! (More on that in the future, possibly this weekend, but I'm promising nothin'.) (Also, the smeared pea green on the walls in the living room are now a soft sage. You can rest now.)