Nanika machigatte iru.
So I saw this. And I squealed.
And I did some Amazon-ing and found Tiny Vader. And I squealed some more.
And I just could not get him out of my head, just like I couldn’t get that boy I used to like out of my head. And unlike the boy, whose heart I couldn’t have no matter how hard I tried, I could have Tiny Vader if I used my credit card.
So Tiny Vader is here. And he’s mine. The Pumpkin Prince is forbidden to touch him.
A 40something woman playing with a Star Wars toy, fighting off a six-year-old who wants to play with it, too.
Something is not right.