What is your favorite household chore?
Cooking! Even though I love to cook, the daily grind nature of the task (“You mean you’re hungry again? We just ate yesterday!”) makes it a chore. Even when it’s not so much fun cudgeling my brain for ideas to get ourselves out of the latest what’s-for-dinner rut, I’d still rather cook than attack any other routine household maintenance items.
What is your favorite childhood memory?
Ooh, toughie. I had quite an enjoyable childhood (thanks, Mom and Dad), so picking out my one true favorite would be nigh impossible. Many of my good memories involve playing with my little brother. I’m the eldest by four and a half years, which I think was perfect: we weren’t so close in age that we were always in competition with each other, but neither were we so far apart that we had nothing in common. We created elaborate stories around our LEGO sets, dreamed up incredibly detailed backgrounds for video game characters (Sonic the Hedgehog and Ecco the Dolphin, in particular), and built snow forts complete with snowball caches that never quite got used and an escape route that involved a sled positioned precariously atop a hill behind the fort.
Our parents always told us that siblings are quite possibly the people you have in your life the longest, so it was important to cultivate that brotherly/sisterly relationship. I’m glad we did, ’cause that means I have a baby bro (who is actually an adult with a job and a girlfriend and all that good stuff) with whom I share all kinds of childhood memories. We’ll remember together.
What is your most embarrassing moment?
I can’t point to one moment in my life and say, “That one, that there was the time I most wished I could melt into a puddle and disappear on the spot.” One thing sure to get my cheeks flaming and the tears of shame pricking my eyes is saying something factually wrong in front of someone whose intelligence or expertise on a subject I respect. I hate-hate-hate being wrong, or even mildly mistaken. I’m supposed to be the smart kid!
What uniform of your spouse’s is your favorite?
I’m fond of summer whites, which is a uniform my husband hates. It was the first Navy uniform I ever saw him wearing. He had just finished up Plebe Summer at the Naval Academy, and when I first caught sight of the boyfriend I had last seen wearing a T-shirt and shorts in the days just following his high school graduation, I’m sure my jaw hit the floor. He looked stunning. I’ve loved summer whites ever since, but I rarely get to see them.
My husband’s favorite uniform is definitely the flight suit. He would wear his “fireproof pajamas” to any event — change of command, parade, wedding, you name it — calling for a uniform if he could.
What canceled TV show do you miss the most?
Firefly. My husband and I both are dyed-in-the-wool Browncoats, and we daily mourn the fact that Joss Whedon’s brilliant, witty space Western was cut off before its plot had the chance to develop into its full-fledged glory. Though it lasted less than one season on the air, the characters immediately became favorites. One of our cats is named after Serenity crewman/tough guy Jayne Cobb’s “very favorite gun.”
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