You know, this is why I don’t go skydiving. You can ask anyone, my sister, my husband…whenever we do something, I’m the one who gets the screwy equipment, or has the weird things happen. So if we all went skydiving, I would be the one with the dead instructor strapped to me.
I feel horrible for both people – especially the poor guy who died at 49(!) but really, that is just the kind of thing that keeps me from jumping out of a plane. Well, that and the fact that I would crap my pants if I had to jump out of a perfectly good plane.
In other airplane news, I finally got around to watching the National Geographic Channel special on Air Force One, and I now officially want to be President of the United States cause I really want to travel on that plane. It is sweeeeeeeeet! And the food looks pretty good too. Sure, there would be the pesky “leader of the free world” job responsibility crap, but it’s got beds! And a nice office for me! And they would give me a jacket with my name embroidered on it!
You know, if they could have just moved the inauguration to yesterday, or MLK day to today, I would have been able to join in the celebration of the transition from President #43 to President #44. However, I have to work, and at work, I had a noon meeting scheduled. I could have blown off that meeting, but I think #44 would not want me to prefer leisure over work (his words).
So back to the grind, jealous of anyone who didn’t have a noon meeting. You are all stinky poo-poo heads.
To be fair, this guy has every right to choose to vote the way he ended up voting. On the other hand, the reason bothers me. A lot. Without giving away the plot, I think it’s pretty interesting that he got to be as old as he is and was honestly surprised when the kindly people at the polling places had to set him straight.
It’s taking away from my arguing about watching baseball time. Debate #2. It’s okay, but when is John McCain going to start swearing under his breath again? I want him to start walking around pretending to karate chop while Senator Obama is talking. I need some craziness to entertain me, dammit!