I’m generally a “we don’t need know stinkin’ straps” kind of guy. What can I say?…I like to fly by the seat of my pants.
Luckily, Mrs. Dude likes to enforce the rules.
Eyes off him for a minute, and I turn around to see him watching The Wiggles upside down. (Am I the only one that finds those men a bit creepy?) I guess we’ve reached the wiggle-worm stage.
Lesson learned, straps are a must.