I love the show Burn Notice. Every Friday as a treat Andrew and I will watch an episode; tonight was no exception. We sat with our giant bowl of popcorn in front of our computer to enjoy the miracle that is hulu. We have to keep stopping because Andrew keeps dropping popcorn. He has to stop the show, turn on the light, find the popcorn, turn off the light, and start the show, all with greasy fingers. It is obvious that I am exasperated with this (repeated) endeavor.
Being the husband that loves me, he drops popcorn but doesn't want to go through the whole routine. He reaches down in the dark, picks up the piece off the floor and eats it. Then my beloved thoughtfully says, "That wasn't popcorn. That was a speck of paper."
I should vacuum more. Andrew should hole-punch his Arabic homework less.
