I, being the kind, sweet, caring and devoted wife that I am, used to comfort him by rolling my eyes
Anyway, a few years back
We had a plan to make the flight go smoothly for both of us
This having been pre 9/11, the flight crews were still fun and often enjoyable company. We were on an aircraft where some of the seats sat facing other travelers. Mr. W quickly fell asleep before we even taxied. Luckily, my other seat mates proved to be a fun and social bunch and we were seated adjacent to the flight attendant, who was all about making her work day a good time.
We all had a good chuckle together as the Mr.'s adversity to flying was obvious to all in the way he gripped his armrest and talked in his sleep. By the end of the flight, we were in stitches.
When the time came for landing preparation
"Honey! Honey! Wake up and put this on!! Quick, We're going Down!!!!!!"
He woke up alright. Screaming like a little girl. Thank God for seat belts. We were all laughing so hard that they were the only things keeping us safely secured in our seats.
Mr. Weasel still hasn't stopped cursing me over that one.
Lesson for the day: 1. Take every Chance you can to get away alone as a couple. 2.It's important to always pack your sense of humor.