How to Make Your Wife Happy in Flight

Lately, I’ve been trying to be nicer to Ken.  I even took his car through a car wash (see “What’s with the Car?” below).  But  yesterday, my hubby truly outdid me.

He let me nap on the airplane.

That’s right.  Is this better than the Mile High club, or what? I mean, seriously, how often is it that you get to actually spread out in an empty row and crash for an entire hour when you’re traveling with a 4-year-old and a 2-year-old?


Then, to top off my stellar day, the stewardess came around and offered me an actual cup of good coffee.

I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Pretty smart on my hubby’s part, I have to say, especially since we were on our way to visit my in-laws, who live in CA, where everyone drives like a lunatic and nobody uses turn signals.

So remember this next time you drag your wife to your parents’ house, and start things off on the right foot by letting her sleep or read a book while you deal with two writhing, hyperactive bodies in transit.

P.S.: And fly Southwest–they rock!


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