A SHORT video of my oddly shell-shocked children playing with fire, while I encourage them from behind the camera. Oh that and a retro snack…that I remember thinking was WAY COOL when I was a kid. Coolness factor still holds it turns out.
And because Suzanne told me to: My madien name was Marcy Jill McClelland. I swear I will do anything that women tells me to do. It is an illness. Sick with friendship and admiration. I may need rehab.
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“Are you sure?”
“No.”
Hahahahahahhahahaahhahah… and the chocolate part?
You’re kids are so gonna be famous!
I WANT some! I swear I could just taste it!
P.S. My crafty plan worked! Try it.
Jiffy Pop rocks!
Jiffy Pop, Jiffy Pop, the magic treat.
It’s as much fun to make as it is to eat.
We always got to have Jiffy Pop when we had babysitters on Saturday nights. Mom had no clue regarding the dangers of Jiffy Pop and a gas stove!
I love this stuff! On the rare occasion I see it in the store, I will buy it to freak out my kids. More than one of them usually runs out the door!
We were too frugal for Jiffypop, mostly, but e-e-e-e-very once in a while, mom would buy it. I swear it was like Christmas when she did.
Otherwise Mom cooked it in hot oil in a sauce on on the stove. Now? I’m WAY more impressed with THAT skill.
WANT
JIFFYPOP
NOW