I Must Confess...It's Tuesday #1

This is a new feature. Hence the number one. I will confess something every Tuesday, however, I will not always do it while referring to myself in the 3rd person. It just worked for this particular entry. Enjoy...

Once upon a time, a six year old Tootsie went to the movies and saw Star Wars. To be more accurate; what she really saw was this:

She was too young to understand what that tremor in her force meant but she did know that she liked it. She also knew that she wanted to be this person in the worst way possible:

Because had Tootsie been her she would have made the choice between Han Solo and Luke Skywalker MUCH sooner. Like, instantly. And they would have spent the remainder of their years aboard this:

Doing things that she should not be knowing about. However, all of that would have changed dramatically had she known that this is what lurked beneath Darth Vader's helmet:

She would have joined the dark side and never looked back.

The following year she saw Grease. It was at a drive-in theater and she begrudgingly went because, at 7 years old she had no choice, she thought Grease was going to be some kind of documentary about Greece. It turned out she was wrong. Because a documentary about Greece would not have this in it:


Although, if it did, she would have watched that too. She also understood that he was the one that she wanted. Ooh, ooh, oooh, honey! And that she also wanted to be able to do this:

But she wanted to do it looking like this:

Because she looked like she knew what she was doing and knew how to do it well.