For some reason, I seem to be physically incapable of doing a decent Chewbacca impression.  I try and try to make the noise, by what comes out seems more like a combination of the wailing of childbirth and the sound of a foghorn.  And it’s amazing how often this seems to come up in our house.  My husband, on the other hand, can do an awesome Chewie impression, so I always ask him to do it for me after I meet failure.

Here is my impression strength: The wicked witch in The Wizard of Oz.   As in, “I’ll get you, my pretty, and your little dog too!  Ha ha ha ha ha…”   That one is really useful when you have kids.