My kids would be sad if they only knew

Have I mentioned before how much my kids love Star Wars?

Yes, that's supposed to be a joke. Last night was the Clone Wars season premiere. My bff Gal in the Middle hosted a party courtesy of House Party. I would have been willing to drive from Ohio to Indiana to attend. But we're on mini vacation this weekend. So they missed it. Sigh. Check all the cool stuff Gal's been doing to get ready for her party.

So being a smart momma (and one who has dedicated her life to enduring as few hissy fits as possible) I haven't told them. I also haven't told them (though they've been asking for weeks and weeks when there will be a new Clone Wars episode) that the premier was last night.

Instead they'll be thrilled with the leftovers from being Gal's virtual guests. And they will love that when they return home there will be a new episode waiting on the iTunes season pass for Clone Wars. And hopefully, I won't have to watch this season preview any more. I'm sick of it. Literally sick.