When I got home from work last night, I was really tired. I decided to lie on the couch for a bit and that's where I was when my husband came downstairs to say goodbye to me before he left for band practice.
He said, "You'd better get up soon and get something to eat or you're going to end up having popcorn for dinner again."
As soon as he'd said, "You'd better get up soon and get something to eat or..." the first thing that flashed into my mind was an image of a big bowl of popcorn. Damn, he knows me so well!
So I got up and made a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner.
And then later on I made myself that big bowl of popcorn. How could I not? It was practically a dare.