A challenging day

Challenge 1: Getting up. Hold on, not really, since neither NBCC (Non-Blonde Clergy Chick) or BCC (Blonde Clergy Chick) could sleep very well.
Challenge 2: Choosing a magazine to bring. Oh, the choices. Should one choose an arty—farty mag to prove one's cultural cred? Or maybe something ambitious and serious, like the Economist, to present oneself as good leadership material? Or the ever-so-ironic smut magazine? Ok, maybe not. Neither did we pick the Barbie magazine or the very stylish Danish interior design mag. The result: fashion mags. Yeah, we admit, the Clergy Chicks luv them glossy pages. And, as a bonus, there were scores of pretty magazines on the plane too. We only read the really serious ones, of course. Cross our hearts, we did!
Challenge 3: Being very good and kind, we of course volunteered to get bumped to a later flight, if SAS needed our seats. The 300 euro thank you-check had nothing to do with our willingness to help. The only thing we got from this un-selfish act was getting to board last. On our original flight. Without the 300 euros.
Challenge 4: Air conditioning on the plane. As bad as ever.
Challenge 5. Maneuvering the United customer ”service”. Ha.
Challenge 6: The Big Mac-munching female fashion crime against humanity, or at least fellow passengers, waiting across the row from us for the Atlanta flight. Seeing to much in spite of full coverage is apparently possible.

See? For these two Clergy Chicks, there is no such thing as a challenge to big. There are only possibilities. *cue smarmy smile*

Long journeys like this actually are great opportunities to for once get to talk about Bible interpretation, priestly formation, parish life and all those things that take a little too much time to fit into the daily life of picking up kids from school, cleaning dishes, writing sermons, spending too much time on facebook, etc etc.