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Chris got a phonecall from Hill AFB in Utah telling him what's he's going to be working on!

And it's THIS!

I have NO IDEA what  "this" is, besides the fact that it's an A10, but I know those are some super engines and I bet it's really cool!
He seems excited, anyway. Badass plane for a badass engineer (badass engineer...does that exist? Maybe the guy from Iron Man is badass..but from my experience engineers just walk around Photonics reeking of body odor sporting white New Balance walking shoes and carpenter jeans. Just sayin'.)

Now I just have to convince him that flight test engineering is not a good idea, just like going Special Ops C.R.O was not a good idea. I just want to put him in a big bubble and keep him all for myself, where I know he's safe. Why can't he do something normal, like accounting. That's the most normal job ever. I would never have to worry about Chris testing new systems in planes and crashing thousands of feet down to earth. But no, of course, he has to have this whole, "I am brilliant and I need to do brilliant things" attitude.
Okay, he would never say that, but I know deep down he knows he could never do something mediocre or anything even close to a desk job. Chris, a paperpusher? Not in a million. So I suppose I'll love him just for what he is, which is a guy who is never going to do anything that he's not completely passionate about. And he's passionate about anything dangerous, adventurous, or extremely difficult. He'll end up doing something completely ridiculous where I have no idea what he's talking about at dinner but I'll nod my head and smile and say I'm proud of him. 

Example:
Chris - Babe! We completed the thrust vector control static test on my rocket! We replaced the aft bulkhead of the Mk. II motor with a modified bulkhead which allowed for the testing of thrust vector control using jet vanes!
Katie - Yayyyyyyy I'm so proud! Today I got a kid to make the /s/ sound.

:-| 

I'm just going to hope that whatever he DOES end up doing makes us millionaires so we can sit with our titles that have lots of fancy letters that represent years of education and thousands of studying hours...and do nothing but run/bike/swim with our multitude of rescue dogs.

Until then, I suppose I can settle for my tiny apartment in gorgeous Utah with my one rescue pup and my Christopher, eating ramen noodles and saving up for mountain bikes. One day we'll look back at this and call them the good ol' days.

love,
me



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