I tried to make popcorn the other night at Monica's apt. I swear I know how to pop popcorn in the microwave, so I'm not really sure what happened. From now on, when they smell burnt popcorn, they'll think of me. And that's all I could ever ask for.
This is me and the microwave on their front porch. Monica's roommate was smart and just took the whole thing outside. The kitchen (and the back bedroom) was already full of smoke.
oops.
2 comments:
Steph, that's great! I had a bad microwave experience, too, only we weren't smart enough to just unplug it! :)
ha thats funny,
ya i definitely did that in church one time. we we popping it for our sunday school lesson. and it smoked up the whole building. embarrassing!
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