Sigh

Some days, you get the bear, some days, the bear gets you.  Or your daughter.

Okay, no more Jiffy Pop popcorn for this family.  We haven't bought it in ages, because while it's fun to watch, it's just... to expensive.  It's more fun to just pop regular popcorn in the old dutch oven on top of the stove, so I can make mega amounts that fit in the big mixing bowls, and flavor it the way WE want.  But when we went to the grocery store, the Impertinent Daughter talked us into buying one Jiffy Pop doohickey, because she wanted to watch her brother's face when he saw the thing puff up.

Yes, we are suckers.  SUCKERS!!

So, today, Miss Priss decides to pop it up.  And she takes it outside when done to share with their friends (lasted all of fifteen seconds, with those big ol' appetites, I'm telling you!  Open wide and INHALE!!).  And thirty minutes later, she's curled in a ball on the couch with a migraine.  It's the only thing different she's had in days.  I looked up the ingredients I didn't recognize and yup, big migraine triggers.  *grumble grumble snarl, snarl*

Guess it's a good thing I didn't sneak a bite, or I'd be curled up with her.  So, she's in her room, the blinds closed, a hot pack on her head, her stuffed cat, Salem, in her arms, and Ed purring at the foot of her bed.

I'd soooo hoped she wouldn't inherit migraines from me.  Sorry, Hunnybunny, Mama didn't mean to pass on THAT part of the DNA.  Take it back if I could!  Really, really.

*turns around and smacks her dad on the back of the head for passing migraine DNA in the first place*