Mysterious Tapioca

Today's favorite moments included . . .

. . . waking to the pleasant sound of rain.

. . . gratitude that I found a recipe for cheap homemade laundry detergent before I began potty training Daniel.

. . . looking through our family history to see where our different lines came from.  We've got a lot of Danes, Brits, and Norwegians, but there's also a German line, a Scottish line, and at least one person from Ireland.  It might be fun for our family to celebrate each country's national day and talk about the ancestors who came from it, but then again, that also might be way, way too much work.  I think I'll let the idea mull a bit.

And another thing . . .

. . after puzzling over Boba Fett's popularity last night, I actually read a little about him ('cuz I'm geeky like that). The writers of his Wikipedia article theorize that fans like him because he conveys an air of "danger and mystery," and the fact that he can just stand there exuding confidence and power without saying a single word.

I guess I can understand that, but he still doesn't do much for me personally. Han Solo has an equal measure of confidence, and he's a lot more fun. Plus, he's Harrison Ford. Hard to beat that.

Boba, on the other hand, is a term for a beverage with tapioca balls in it, and it means "female buffoon" in Spanish. So yeah, it's hard for me to take someone named Boba very seriously, even if he does hang out with Jabba and occasionally disintegrate people.