Congresswoman Giffords Needs To Crack The Whip
U.S. Rep. Gabrielle Giffords has endured so much since January. She’s made great strides in overcoming a bullet wound to the head and reports have her constantly in good spirits. Through it all, her husband, Mark Kelly, has been by her side. Their relationship seems like nothing else I’ve ever seen before.
But, if I were her, I’d tell my hubby to stay put.
While I’m naturally a paranoid person – I freak out at the first sight of snow when driving – I think I’m being pretty reasonable with my thinking that he should not go to outer space! Florida? OK, maybe. But space? Really?
Sure, Congresswoman Giffords is doing well, miraculously well, but still, space? She is obviously a much stronger person than I am. I would never have the strength to let anyone I love be launched into space, whether 100% healthy or not. I feel like the conversation would go a little something like this:
Husband: “Honey, I’m an astronaut. I have a launch in April.”
Me: (excessive wailing) “No f*@#ing way!”
Husband: “But honey, it’s my job. We need the money.”
Me: (in between sniffles and puppy-dog eyes) “Don’t you love me? You can get a job at McDonald’s.”
Yup, that sounds about right.
Kudos to the Congresswoman for having the strength to endure so much. And I wish Mark and his crew safe travels. Now, I need to go put my husband in a plastic bubble.