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Monday, April 11, 2005

My Wife the Genius

I just want to point out how bleeding smart my wife is. She took this civil service test to get a better job. Actually, it’s a test to get the same job her boss has. They don’t make study guides for the exact test she took, so she studied books for every other kind of civil service test. Of course, none of that turned out to be on the test, but she studied very hard none-the-less.

Out of the 200+ people who take the exam when it’s offered, they hire 15. The last 15 to get hired all scored 96% and above, so that’s what SB was hoping for. When she went to take the test they started out by saying that this was a completely different form of the test. SB was really worried.

She got her scores Friday and she got a 94.6%. She was a little bummed at first because she thought that was a lower score. Then she saw her rank. She’s got the second highest score for the entire state. We got her a little chocolate cake with butter-cream filling that said


Congratulations

You’re #2


We went to a jazz club on Saturday, and despite the fact that we kept chanting “You’re number two” all night, no one actually got drunk enough to say “You’re the shit.”

I’m sure that if Sparklestone or Captain Underpants had been there things would have been different.

3 Comments:

Blogger Scott said...

Damn straight it woulda been different!

First off, we'd not only have moved from "You're Number Two" to "You're the Shit", we'd probably have gone so far as to chant "Yo'r the Shizzle my Nizzle" (even if we weren't 100% sure exactly what that meant).

Secondly - not only would we have been drunk enough to say "you're the shit", after a certain point we'd be so drunk we'd probably be saying "Youze de sssshiii....shhhhhhiib? De shhhhhiiiiz? *hick* hey where's my beer?!? De shhheeeez. Dat's you. Shitz." Or something to that effect.

Give my congrats to SB.

3:28 PM, April 11, 2005  
Blogger sparklestone said...

Actually, I am pretty sure that the Capt would be chanting "Yo'r the Shizzle my Nizzle" but I would be saying "You put da Fizzo in ma Shizzo."

But we would be thinking we were chanting the same thing.

Yo! SB. U da bom!

5:18 PM, April 11, 2005  
Blogger Miss Kate said...

SB!!!!!!! Way to go, Lady!

I've noticed that in our micro-blogosphere, there's a lot of talk about drunken revelry, but little action. I need a plan, people. When are you coming over?

7:19 AM, April 12, 2005  

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