Today is scrub the house day! Because Goddess only knows why a three foot greasy spot appears in the dining room floor, but it is the signal for a good scrubbin'!
Seriously, there is nothing more glamorous than cleaning house. Why more people aren't stay at home moms with thousands of dollars in medical debt is beyond me.
And in order to seductively clean the toilets in remote peace, I've had to indulge the children in their Star Wars obsession.
On a side note... how fucking dumb are the storm troopers, anyway? C3PO is all, "I need to take this droid down to maintenance," and the storm trooper is all, "okay." Dude, does either of those robots look like they belong to the Republic? Hell to tha no. The have the plans to destroy the dreaded Death Star in them and you're just letting them go because they are droids? Puh. Leaze.
I would have loved to be a fly on the wall during one of those job interviews...
Darth Sidious: So, Bobby, tell me a little something about yourself.
Bobby: Well, sir, I love to shoot laser guns. And I can guarantee that upon my death I can flamboyantly throw my pistol in the air, jump four feet up and land on my back in an attempt to prove how much I love the Republic.
Darth Sidious: Bobby, what do you think of my outfit?
Bobby: Well, sir, black is definitely your color. And the red mascara highlights the evil in your eyes.
Darth Sidious: You're hired, Bobby! You will now be referred to as Storm Trooper 34,892.
Storm Trooper 34,892: Thank you, sir!
And before anyone gets all up in my grill thinkin' that all the storm troopers are still clones of Jango Fett -- they are not. By Episode IV, they are members of the Republic raised in a generation to love and fear Chancellor Palpatine.
What? You didn't know I was a nerd?