Driving home from dropping Eric off at the airport this morning, I couldn't help but be amused by the irony of the day: I am perfectly comfortable cheerfully sending my husband off to fly an 80 year old aircraft that I know he's going to repeatedly and purposely stall in midair. But ask me to put him on a giant commercial plane with the latest in electronics for a routine flight and I'm concerned.
(Note: I do realize that the first sentence makes me sound like I'm nuts to begin with. Who lets their husband fly around stalling planes for heaven's sake?! Lol.)
This is why I shouldn't watch shows like Air Crash Investigations! (Love that show.) What you don't know, you don't worry about.
Travel safely, my Prince!