I am about to admit something to you, that I haven’t admitted to very many people. Actually, only 2-3 know this.
I am a closet Trekkie. I had a crush on Captain James T. Kirk. He was strong, in control, fought for the weak, and upheld the law. I love listening to Scotty’s brogue. I totally, thoroughly and happily revel in Bone’s sarcasm, and I wanted to be calm, cool, and logical like Spock.
I have created a Trekkie too. The boy just loves Sci-Fi, but really loves Star Trek. From the library, he has gotten the entire season 2, and in every spare moment, he is watching it. Sadly, I am sitting there right along with him too. Taking in all the hokeyness and loving every minute of it.
Last Saturday, Superman steam cleaned the carpet. He only had time to do half of it, so he finished it the other night.
After supper, the guys wanted to watch TV, but the carpet was still wet. Desperate, they came up with a solution.
Trash bags. They invited me to join them, but there is no way I would sit on a trash bag. Not even for Star Trek.
I sat here at my desk, watching secretly and comfortably in my chair.
Can you guess why I wanted to be like Lt. Uhura?