Friends, it’s been an interesting few last days.
The weekend started with a wee bit o poopie, reeking (pun intended) a little bit of havoc into our previously schedule weekend plans. Sewage ejector thingies on the fritz? Yeah, you don’t want those to break. Especially on Friday afternoons. Our plumber was “busy with boy scouts”, which, let’s be honest: whatever. I’m going to go ahead and also speculate it actually meant: “ew, no way in hellz I’m dealing with that on a Friday night, find yoself another crazy foo”).
Thankfully, Michael is really awesome at dealing with this family’s crap (again, pun intended) so he became the man for the job. Three trips to Lowes, a few dry heaves, a basement that smells like a turd, and 12 hours later, whatever was broke has now been restored.
*three cheers and a growler full of beer for the stinky husband*
Anyway, enough about our bathroom habits. Aside from the unfortunate events mentioned above, we really did manage to turn a turd of a weekend into somewhat of a rainbow.
And as I’m sure you are aware, Saturday was May the Fourth. And well, we had a date with the Millennium Falcon Experience.
We donned our best Obi-Wan Kenobi gear, and headed out to the Indiana State Museum.
We enjoyed a virtual “ride” through hyperspace, and I think my kids minds were officially blown.
And just like an animal that can smell fear, I swear the local reporter sniffed my socially awkwardness out from across the room. Of course I was interviewed for the evening news. Here’s the live link if you want to giggle nervously with me:
Any-who, if you have Star Wars fans under your roof, you absolutely must checkout this exhibit (if you live in Indy) while it’s in town. I mean, only if you want to geek your geeky freak out.
And then on the 7th day, May the 5th, cinco de Sith, we drank margaritas and discuss the events of the day before.
Not a bad weekend, not a bad weekend at all….