I'm fairly certain that the Adorable Husband is having a midlife crisis. Or perhaps he's gone insane. Suddenly, he decided that he needs to learn how to SKYDIVE. Oh, yes. Leap out of perfectly good airplanes.
Why? I haven't a clue. He's fairly excited about it, though. Four hours of class last night, review this morning, and he will be making his first jump. He's too big to do a tandem jump (where the instructor is actually hooked to the newbie) because there is a weight limit (200 lbs) for that, and the Husband is a Big Guy. So, he has to take classes in order to jump solo.
It's hella windy today, though. The wind was just howling when we got up; there's a good chance he won't be able to go up today and will have to reschedule tomorrow. Yeah.
Can you tell I'm thrilled with this? He did ask if I wanted to go, too. No way! I have a hard enough time getting on an airplane that I intend to stay on....jumping out is definitely out of the question.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
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What happened? What happened? Did he go? Did he get blown into Utah? Wow, there is a weight limit for tandem jumping, so he is doing it alone? Nutter boy! Then again, it sounds appealing in that totally scary way!
-- Laura
All I can say is, "Beware of red-haired Fingersons". Those two are related to the man who bought a 2-place plane in college and learned how to aerobatics...
Ruth
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