Popcorn.

I don't know about you,

but I think popcorn (mainly the the theater kind....) dripping in butter is

GLORIOUS.

I've always loved it.

For as long as I can remember, 

the soggy, buttery, salty, fluffy goodness has always tickled my fancy.

Something has happened, though.

A change has taken place in my body.

We went to the movies last night, and of course, I got popcorn.

My own popcorn.

No sharing!

I didn't just ask for butter...

I asked for EXTRA butter.

-cue singing angels-

 It was heavenly.

One buttery fluff by one buttery fluff, I consumed the whole bag.

I even sucked on the un-popped kernels that were on the bottom of my bag.

That's really nothing unusual.

I always do that.

Here is the new part...

I went to bed looking like this

(This is a normal size blow fish.)

and I woke up this morning, looking like this

(This is a miserable blow fish. This is what I look like, right now.)

I'm not joking.

My body officially hates me.

I've heard women talk about salt making them "bloated".....

My mom always said, You just wait, you just wait until your body starts changing.

I suppose my body is beginning to visit Old Woman Town...

the place where scary things happen.

The place where you go to sleep looking normal and wake up looking like a puffed up blow fish.

I'm not ready to live here.

Right now, my face is so swollen that I can barely see my eyeballs..

I just have little slits.
If Tyler looked at me right now, he would think I was typing in my sleep.

Do you have any scary stories to tell from Old Woman Town?