The kids are fascinated by my new hot air popper. Heretofore we had made popcorn in a pot on the stove, which is a pain in the rear. So we ordered this gizmo to make my life easier. The kids had never seen one before, and it was cause for raucous celebration when the first popped kernels floated into the bowl. We settled in for a nice lunch, and the day's musical selection, Johnny Cash's Greatest Hits. Nothing like The Rebel Johnny Yuma, Don't Take Your Guns to Town, or some Folsom Prison Blues to warm your soul. Little Renee amused the other shoppers at Wegmans one day by standing in the grocery cart singing "Hey, hey, Momma let your Daddy come home". We have very diverse musical tastes here in the Becker household.
The dog did not appear to appreciate the effort we put in to taking her for a walk today. She didn't even hang around to eat the (tons) of popcorn that fell on to the floor. She headed straight upstairs and tucked herself into Elena's bed.
The dog did not appear to appreciate the effort we put in to taking her for a walk today. She didn't even hang around to eat the (tons) of popcorn that fell on to the floor. She headed straight upstairs and tucked herself into Elena's bed.
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