I think therefore I am—crazy!

I think a lot when I have time on my hands at work and today is one of those days. Unfortunately, for my husband, I don’t think about work. Did I tell you I work for my husband? (He says I should use the term work as loosely as possible.)
Anyway back to my point…I especially wonder about things like how do ships float? How do planes fly? They are both huge, heavy and made of metal…how one floats and the other stays in the sky when every bit of common sense I have tells me it shouldn’t—boggles the mind.

From these thoughts you may or may not have concluded that I am scared to death of being on the ocean and in the sky. I do fly when I have to, but if I have my druthers it’s DRIVE. For those who will surely reply, “Have you heard it is much safer to fly than drive?” Yada Yada I know better. (And yes I have a few control issues.) And have you seen the age of the pilots lately…geez they look like Doogie Howser! I say, “Please tell me your daddy is piloting this plane?” (That statement makes me real popular.)

The closest I like to get to the ocean is to have a drink across the street. However, I won’t fly over the ocean at all. I have had this re-occurring nightmare since I was a kid that I get eaten by a shark. (It’s more graphic than that but I don’t want to go into gory details.) My husband tries to convince me its okay by saying, “hell the fall will kill you anyway,” and in case you are wondering—no that doesn’t make me feel one bit better.

This MN mom likes to keep her feet on the ground.