Zion stayed with my grandparents last night, and when I got home from work Mike and I had a rare moment of… well, I’m not going there on my blog, but I’m sure you get the idea.

We’re laying in bed and I’m flipping channels when I see some Star Wars documentary – the philosophy, religion, and background of Star Wars films or something. I turn to this channel and Frank Oz is describing how they arrived at the current incarnation of Yoda.

Mike and I are being cuddly and romantic; he has his arm wrapped around my waist.

We watch for a few minutes when they begin talking about the snowy weather conditions during filming.

I say, “Which one had snow in it? All I remember is desert.”

Mike explains, “The Empire Strikes Back had a lot of snow.. remember? It was the one where all those giant machine things were trudging around in the snow, stomping people and stuff.”

“Was that the one with the Ewoks?” I ask. “I remember Ewoks.”

“No, that was Return of the Jedi.”

“Oh,” I say, “I don’t think I ever saw The Empire Strikes Back.”

The room is strangely silent.

Then I feel his hand on my waist, pulling slowly away until he is no longer touching me.

I turn to look at him; his eyes are wide with disbelief.

“You’ve.. never.. seen.. The Empire Strikes Back?” he asks slowly.

“Really?” I say. “You’re gonna be that guy?”

“Well Sara, this is kind of a problem for me,” he gravely informs me.

So today I am sitting through approximately 12 hours of a mind-numbing Star Wars refresher course, starting with The Phantom Menace and going all the way through The Return of the Jedi.

Because surely there aren’t more important things happening in the world.

When my son gets married, I plan to print this story out and put it in their “Congratulations on Getting Married” card as a demonstration of compromise. “To Zion and my as-yet-unnamed-daughter-in-law: This is what it means to compromise. Good luck on the marriage thing. Love, Mom.”