It was fine with me. The less I saw of her, the better. The microwave dinged and I pulled my bag of popcorn out. I shook it and carefully opened it, wary of the escaping steam. No burns this time. I added a packet of cheese I removed from a macaroni & cheese box and shook the bag again. Presto! Cheese popcorn. I tossed the dry noodles in the garbage. They were only good for macaroni & cheese or shrimp noodle casserole. I loved the latter, but I hated making it. So goodbye noodles. Plans were to watch an old flick on cable tonight. Five minutes after I sat on the couch, the commercials were finally finished and the credits began to roll. The credits ended and we were back to a commercial break and there was knocking at my door. I wasn’t dressed for company. Granted it was only seven, but hey, it’s my home. So I put down the popcorn bag and went to answer the door with my freshly washed face, in my kitty-print nightshirt and slippers. The only touch of makeup I wore was my cherry-flavored lip balm.
