Hello and welcome to Vary a Music, your one-stop shop for the stories, secrets and shenanigans

of a popcorn-fueled theme park journalist.

I'm Carly Wiesel and I can't even say the words I was about to say because all I'm

thinking about now is that I really, really want an ad home popcorn maker and my husband

will let me get one!

And I know that like, I shouldn't let him stop me from getting an industrial popcorn

machine that would take up all of our counterspace and I will never clean it and he is absolutely

right when he tells me that I won't.

But I still want it, I miss movie popcorn, I miss Disney popcorn and I just kind of wanted

in the house all day every day.

I have a bunch of other contraptions but really, you know, nothing hits the same like that

yellow popcorn.

You know what I'm talking about?

Like a basketball baseball game concession stand popcorn where you're like, this surely is

not butter but it doesn't even really look like it either.

What's happening here?

Don't care I'm going to eat it until I am ill.

That's what I'm craving and saying that intro makes me feel real sad for the fact that

I haven't had movie theater popcorn so long.

So with that being said, happy Thanksgiving or whatever.

I'm not sure what we call this week now because it's definitely not a normal Thanksgiving

but I hope you all have a nice bunch of nothing planned.

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