Distracted

Last night I was popping some microwave popcorn {you know, for dinner} when the show on TV announced that Channing Tatum was going to be a guest next week.

I looked up and said, "Who did they say?"

My roommate confirmed, "Channing Tatum. Mmmm. That's a good smell."

To which I looked around confused. Could she smell Channing through the TV? No, the good popcorn smell had made it over to her. However, since I had gotten distracted and wasn't watching the popcorn as closely as I should have, it burned during our 5 second conversation.

Dang you, Channing. You burn my popcorn.

But that's okay. Because you melt my butter too.

Well, can you blame me?