$20 @ Michael’s:
Paul found a vinyl Stormtrooper on Clearance at Target for $10 (marked down from $20)! After debating whether or not the marker was washable, we found that I am never wrong and it is not erasable. If you have a Mr. Clean-type sponge, it sort of works. We made the decision to decorate it as a group, but Paul with his shaky hands and I with my fear of permanent mistakes bowed out. Ultimately, Laura colored everything but the eyeballs.
For some reason, the pointlessness of this story reminds me of those terrible journal entries we had to write in middle school. Just an annoying honey-do slapped up on the whiteboard, antagonizing you right as you enter the room. “WTF? I just walked in the room and you already want something from me? Your ex-husband is a smart man!” I would include in my written response. But seriously, if you see one of these Vinyl Stormtroopers on sale, it’s $10 worth of fun.
Look what Paul found for Christy! It’s a flawless, double-sided Star Wars: Episode VII The Force Awakens Movie Poster! Sure, he could have sold it online for $250, but instead he was lazy his whole life and gave it to me. Speaking of which, I now have a picture blog called The Fork Awakens. Theforkawakens.com. That’s right. I own it now.
I remember the first time I ever watched Episodes IV, V and VI… It was Paul’s birthday, so naturally, he wanted to watch something I’d never normally agree to watch. (My rule over the remote at that house was absolute.) I didn’t want to ruin my Original-Star-Wars virginity, but ruin it I did, all over our old couch. There was a lot of question asking and laughing at burnt-up relatives, but ultimately I did not enjoy them enough to watch them again, sooo… Maybe this is a waste of a perfectly good poster. I didn’t mind the one with the Tree Bears. It was less boring than the other two, but I still have no idea what the humans were up to in that one. Tree Bears pulling a Home Alone on Storm Troopers… Hilarious.
Time to head to Michaels and save 80% on an enormous picture frame. Unless someone wants to give me $250 for it, in which case, “Hello, frivolous kitchen equipment shopping spree!”