Popcorn Update

I want you all to know that I’VE BESTED MY EVIL POPCORNMAKER!

Remember how my popcorn maker would shoot popcorn everywhere and it was out to get me?

Well, Boyfriend bought me THIS:

1. It’s an awesome popcorn bowl

2. It’s deep and rectangular so popcorn kernels don’t shoot out of it and popcorn doesn’t explode everywhere.

I very much enjoy not having to clean my entire kitchen in between making popcorn and eating it.

Attack of the Popcorn Maker

So, a few weeks ago (before the Season of Savings began), I bought myself a popcorn maker. Remember?

I was pretty excited about it. And it definitely works. It’s just a bit aggressive.

See, it starts off nice:

But then it gets a little "excited"

Those are tiny little hot burning kernel bullets it’s shooting out at me.

Then it starts to shoot out popcorn like it’s supposed to.

  

But THEN it will shoot out kernels as they are about to pop. So they go to the bottom of the bowl and explode, shooting popcorn everywhere

By the end of it, some popcorn manages to end up in the bowl. But there’s a fair amount of pieces of popcorn and kernels scattered throughout my kitchen.

I know what it’s really thinking.

 

Sigh. Least the popcorn is still delicious.

I Never Should Have Went into Five Below

So, Boyfriend and I were hanging out last weekend, and we had to run some errands. I needed to buy some critical supplies, like this kick ass popcorn maker:

 Cool, right?

The Popcorn Spoon. It's kind of a thing.

 

I also needed to buy a couple of hand weights. 

Boyfriend suggested we go to five below. I’ve been there once or twice, but I didn’t really remember it.

It's wondrous

For those of you who don’t know, five below is a store where everything is five bucks or less. Like a jacked up dollar store for rich people.

We went in and I got my hand weights – five bucks each! Awesome sauce.

But then I made the mistake of looking  around.

I ended up only buying the weights and an iphone cover. But DAMN. That store is a cheapo/poor person’s dream. Seriously. Boyfriend created a monster

The Artist: A Review

Boyfriend and I watched The Artist this weekend. 

See Midnight in Paris experience. 

Hint: It's not.

Popcorn spoons. It needs to catch on.

And then the first ten minutes of Louie were silent as well (showing him going to Miami and frolicking on the beach) and I thought maybe I got sucked into a silent movie alternate dimension and I started tripping balls. But then he started talking and everything was okay again. 

We feel pretty strongly about that one.