My husband is a pilot. And, well for as long as I can remember has wanted a plane. He called me this morning and said I found a plane.
He sent me pictures of the thing and we talked about it, and well there are lots of things to consider.
And, somehow in about 10 hours it went from discussing buying a plane to apparently, we are buying the damn plane.
Let’s just say I won’t be flying in that flying tin can of a death trap. But, hey he’s got a project to keep him busy while he’s home. I told him he better increase his life insurance policy before he’s allowed to actually fly that thing. And, oh I need some new shoes and several stiff drinks over the next few days.
And, this is apparently going to be a new toy for our household.