That feeling when the pre-verbal part of your brain has something to say, so it sticks a song in your head & it takes twenty minutes of the tune looping before you notice that the lyrics PERFECTLY describe how you feel about the situation your verbal self has been worrying over.
Somehow, I’d always pictured Shania Twain in a cowboy hat, singing “That Don’t Impress Me Much.”
Not a leopard-patterned bikini-topped pantsuit and wizard cloak… Although… that’s kind of awesome? I guess, it does impress me…
Watching The Mandalorian…
My brain: Baby Yoda shortens to Boda
Me to brain: Shhhhhhh
Brain: boda boda boda
Me: If you don’t have anything constructive—BODA BODA BODA
Moral: Sometimes brains are hard to live with.
I can’t tell if The Mandalorian is any good or if it just has Baby Yoda.
But it definitely has Baby Yoda.