Most of the world fills their Saturdays with simple tasks... then there's my strange family.
In the midst of a tornado watch and a terrible impending thunderstorm, my husband set about covering up cars, moving animals to better shelter, locking down the barn and medicating the dogs to keep them from having heart failure (!); then there was this...
He found this car tarp, meant to cover the Porsche. It caught a gust of wind as he tried to cover up the car and it gave him an idea... flying.
So in the middle of Wizard of Oz-like wind gusts that I thought only happened in Kansas, my husband attempted for over an hour to fly...
yep, thats him... smiling as big as Texas having the time of his life!
headed for the fence, this could be dangerous!
He left the ground only once, only for about 3 meters, and wound up flat on his back and sore.