For snack time, I decided to fix the boys some popcorn.  Of course, I had trouble standing still for the three minutes it takes for the microwave to process my request, so I wandered off and the popcorn was a little burnt.

Since I am on a diet and food is rare, I tossed the bag of semi-burnt popcorn into the trash and popped a fresh bag.  Perfection.  So worth it.

Sadly, however, I scarfed down my portion super fast.  This left behind only a few unpopped kernels that I took to the trash can to throw out.  There in the trash can waiting for me was the bag of untouched burnt popcorn.

It was sitting on top.  Untouched by the other trash.  Perfectly safe.  Looking somewhat good.  No, perfectly good to my wanting eyes.

Reaching into the bag of somewhat burned popcorn, I pulled out a small handful and gobbled them up.  Instantly, I heard from a few feet away, “Dad, did you just eat popcorn out of the trash?”

Don’t judge me.  Love me.  Daddy’s hungry.