Life With Lobot
I teamed up with a buddy to order some ProTech clear action figure stands* so we could save on shipping. Intending to confirm that the stands work with my vintage figures, I brought Lobot to work with me yesterday.
Instead of milling around Cloud City, making eyes at a galactic playboy-gambler-turned-dictator, Lobot embarked on earthly adventures. First, he got to take a fun ride in my purse. When my husband—herein referred to as Severus—saw him hanging out by my lotion and eye drops, he asked if he was bald. Because obviously a bald, middle-aged humanoid wearing flowy garments is the quintessential action figure. As you might have guessed, Severus did not grow up with Star Wars like I did.
Later, Lobot joined us for dinner. I could detail his exploits, but I think they’re pretty self-explanatory.
*I’m working on an update post re: the Star Wars room. It’s starting to come along, and I can’t wait for you all to see the progress!!