Popcorn is Still Gross.
Yesterday was supposedly “National Popcorn Day.” Which I think sounds made up, but whatever. Scott and Creamie shared a batch of home-popped popcorn last night and they were both pretty pleased.
It was adorable watching Creamie sit by her daddy, watching basketball, and chowing down from her very own little bowl.
I gave Scott these two matching popcorn buckets for his birthday something like five years ago. The plan was that the little one was for me, but I’ve since realized I’d much rather eat Oreo’s.
But I still think that popcorn is gross. It’s only good for stringing into garlands to put on the Christmas tree. But eating it? Ewww. As soon as Creamie was in bed I pulled out the Oreo’s. Because I’m not at a point in my life that I get excited about sharing them with anyone.
I’ve been working on some new art journal pages, and hopefully I’ll get some posted this week. I also started watching Mad Men. Strictly to look at the pretty vintage dresses. I have a notepad next to the laptop so I can draw the things I like. So many pretty pretty dresses.