The force is strong with this one

It's nice to know Julia's back. Her stories are almost a comfort to me, knowing there'll be something great to read when I have the time to blog-read. Whether she's jetting off to a foreign country just to get away from it all, or decapitating nice young men just to get a mental grope from a pair of famous eyebrows, whatever you find, you can bet it's going to be interesting.

And funny - let's not forget funny.

In honor of Sith opening in our fair town, the last couple of days, we've begun the trek* of watching "Star Wars", episodes IV, V, and VI. Why? I don't know. It would seem to make sense to watch episodes I and II first, right? Then, IV, V, and VI. Well, actually I do know. Episodes I and II were out at the video store. What the hell is wrong with the pay movie channels?? Shouldn't those first two be showing back to back constantly right now on one of them? They probably are - I've just missed them. Anyway, needless to say, we are certainly space and force conscious at my house. My husband, being the sci-fi nut that he is, we can't help but to be. We use the force to do everything - from fixing a bowl of cereal to doing the laundry. It's a damn good thing there's no light sabre in my home, which brings me to my next subject.

On the dark side (using the force, of course), might I offer up a bit of advice to any married male readers out there: Be aware that invoking the phrase "...and you need to lose some weight. Let's just throw that one in there too while we're at it" during an already stressful conversation arguement ugly fight about why you aren't getting any at the moment may induce many more sleepless nights.

Do what you will, gentlemen, but before you shove your foot in your mouth, be sure your right hand is your best friend.

Serve you well, it will.**

* Wrong movie. Sorry, it just slipped out.
**Forgive me for using Yoda-speak. Just seems like it fits.