Last night I took mini me and two friends to see Hunger Games. They loved it. At some point during the movie I accidentally knocked a huge box of popcorn off my lap, onto the floor, and probably on the poor souls in front of us. Oops.
If it makes them feel better, I found a few popcorn kernels down my pants later.
So the two girl friends spent the night and at around 3 am I woke up because I heard girl noises. Technology rules though. Grabbed my phone and texted them in much nicer words than I wanted to: be quiet and go to sleep.
My girl is smart. She knows how to get back on my good side.
Now that’s what I’m talking about. She sure didn’t get the cooking gene from me.
Think she should be forgiven, don’t you?