Awkward Moment

I went to my first ladies night out. Which was more like a moms night out with about half the moms taking one or two of their kids. Such is life right?

But I had only a few hours notice and we were all supposed to bring a treat of some kind. And being on a budget and having no sweets in our home I went for popcorn.

So I arrive and set my giant bowl of popcorn on the table. As more people arrive I feel more and more uncomfortable. No bake cookies, giant bags of name brand chips, 7 layer dips, some kind of chocolate peanut butter pizza... and my popcorn.

Needless to say my popcorn didn't get touched. Not a dent. And then the women started leaving and one of them took a plastic cup full of popcorn home for her daughter.

I took the giant bowl home for my son.

And then today this woman called asking me for the recipe for my popcorn. She said it was the best she ever had. Weird right. No but really it's the best I've ever had too. So maybe I can't make mountains of exotic goodies, but I've got popcorn down.

So here's the recipe:

1/2 cup popcorn kernels popped.
1/2 a cube butter melted
salt to taste

And then 1/4 of a macaroni and cheese flavoring packet. Yeah that's right- cheese and popcorn. It's the way life was meant to be.

And next time you see me at a ladies moms night out. You better try my better than ever popcorn.

That Game

There is a game that I like to play. It involves cleaning my home repeatedly. Honestly, it never stops. Like a bad sound track that you can't turn off.

I put the shoes in the closet, and my son follows behind me- instantly replacing the one shoe that I've put away, by pulling out a few more.

Why do I clean?

I love the game of it. Let's see if I can clean faster than you can make a mess.

Ready. Set. Go.

What you've already won? How can that be? I even cleaned while you were napping, then sleeping, then napping again. How can it be messier than before I started?

And that's where I discover that the game is rigged.
Hence the reason I now call the "game" a joke.