Padme: ”You’re not all-powerful, Ani.”
Anakin: ”Well, I should be.”
Star Wars II: Attack of the Clones
Sometimes I walk through the house with my bathrobe flowing out behind me like a super-hero, pretending that I’m not really a homeschooling mom that just set off the smoke alarm making pancakes and with a pile of dishes waiting for me.
Just one more reason not to make pancakes.
Since I couldn’t make a decent pancake to save my life, to me, you are a superhero. Also . . . Baby Boy is hungry and tired of oatmeal . . . please send pancakes.
ROTFLMAO
Where’s my bathrobe? I want a bathrobe! And pancakes.
Visions of a gold lame bathrobe dancing in my head… Note to self, pull out the gold robe from the closet & wear more often!
I am a superhero. I am a superhero. I am a superhero. (Just seeing if it worked for me sans bathrobe – - I guess not.)
Where’s the “like” button?
I’ve been on Facebook too much.
Hahahaha. Boy can I relate. Only sometimes I like to imagine that I’m Anne Hathaway and can walk gracefully in high heels and look smashing. It’s a rather hard fantasy to maintain when I look at my Merrill Jungle mocs with their orthotic inserts. Ahhhhhhh….youth…………
If the smoke detector doesn’t go off, how do you know the food is ready?
Smoke detectors have saved many a dinner in my family for several generations . . .
Should this be my new affirmation? I think so. I am a superhero . . . I am a superhero . . .