At Home on the Death Star

I think I might be a wee bit broken. A life spent increasingly online has done something to me, something that no stream of Distractify quizzes or compilation of cute kittens is able to fix right now. It’s like I got sucked up by a tractor beam into the wake of the Death Star. I’ve never…

All you need is love. And a wig.

Last week I dressed up as Princess Leia.  It wasn’t Halloween, Mardi Gras, or even a costume party.  Nor does my husband have a kinky fetish for intergalactic rebel royalty (that I’m aware of).  I dressed up because my youngest son is a Star Wars freak and it was his birthday party.  Yes, that’s right….