At Least I'm Focused on the Big Things

So last night as B and I worked on the Star Wars party that happens TOMORROW, we directed most of our time toward the important aspects, like games, favors, and soft drinks:

I'm going to be honest.

It took me forever to figure out how to important the Jedi font and search for pictures of Jabba the Hutt that didn't include Leia in her metal bikini.

But my sense of satisfaction over having theme-appropriate beverages is immense.

Coca-Cola will probably contact me within the hour to order some fancy labels as part of their next marketing campaign. (If polar bears can sell Coke, I don't know why a 900 year-old Jedi Master and disgusting lizardy gangster can't do the trick.)

I know the boys probably won't take time to appreciate my attention to detail as they wash down their Padawan Pizza with Yoda Soda. (Hopefully no one will choke on the Sith Snacks.)

But I don't care.

My cup runneth over.