My dear husband last night asks me if I will make him popcorn. Couldn’t be easier. Hell, we’re talking about microwave popcorn in a bag. Our microwave even has a “popcorn” button. So what do I do in my Friday night, it’s-been-a-long-week stupor? I go ahead and push that popcorn button and wait.

And wait.

And wait.

And wait.

Why am I not hearing a pop?

What the hell?

There is no popping. Perhaps the bag is defective.

Oh wait. I never bothered to put the bag in the microwave to begin with. Oops. Can’t nuke popcorn without the popcorn. Let’s hope things go much better with my menu this week.