i’m back in training academy full time this week. this morning we had to suffer through a 20-minute lecture on how to read the schedule (again) and took the space shuttle pre-test. i sucked on the pre-test. mainly because i got all the questions wrong that related to 1) reference manuals, flight rule manuals, etc and 2) the electrical system of the space shuttle. wouldn’t you know, i aced the flight design, ascent, entry, and orbital mechanics portions, but missed the circuits and bureaucracy. {sigh}
so i have a halloween costume now. i’m going to be a devil, and cari’s going to be my angelic counterpart. i’ll lean over one shoulder encouraging people to be bad, while she leans over the other encouraging them to be good. i also get to carry around contracts so people can sell me their soul. anyway, at dinner last night after our day at six flags fright fest (which really wasn’t all that frightening) we had the following conversation:
me: “so we went to the halloween store this morning before 6 flags…”
debbie, to jason: “sarah and cari are going to be a devil and an angel!”
jason: “oh, that’s cool.”
me: “yeah, i got a red cape and sequined devil ears, and a pitchfork, and i’m going to make a pointy tail. and cari got wings and a halo.”
cari: “yeah, you know though, i’ve been thinking…sarah, you get to carry a pitchfork. you have a weapon. how am i supposed to fight you? what do angels carry? i need a weapon.”
me: “angels don’t carry anything.”
jason: “yeah.”
debbie: “maybe you could have a magic wand.”
cari: “no, that would be a fairy, not an angel.”
debbie: “enh, you could do it anyway, it could work.”
cari: “how about i have a sword? you know, like the archangel?”
jason: “you can’t have a sword, that’s totally not angelic.”
me: “yeah, no swords.”
cari: “but how am i supposed to fight sarah and keep her from poking me with her pitchfork all night??”
me: “um, you have the power of god, hello.”
