Day 252

Shut the front door.
Who the hell has time and/or patience for this madness?

Grateful for Star Wars

I am not sure what it is about these movies.  I don't think I ever really cared for any of them, but because I had a brother, I got dragged to them nonetheless.
I remember sitting in the theatre reading the effed up words that were forever long that went into the space and stars to Jamie, because Mom told me to.
I don't think Jamie gave a shit what they were saying.
Jason had a stuffed Chewbacca that he got one year for Christmas. He slept with it nightly.  The thing was ugly as hell, and had a plastic strap across him.
Then, when Matt and I were married, Mom decided that Matt liked Star Wars, and he gets a new Hallmark ornament in the Star Wars series every Christmas.  Our "Star Wars" tree is tipping over with Star Wars-ness.
I just don't get the Star Wars stuff.
Well except for the Ewoks.  They were pretty cool.