Ramblings Of GPS
My GPS (whatever that stands for) and I have a very distinct relationship. Doris (my GPS) and I seem to agree on most things, but on others, there is just no happy medium for either of us really. For example, the other day I asked her to take me to Cracker Barrel. I thought this was a very simple request. Doris acted like she understood clearly what she was instructed to do. I found Cracker Barrel in her listings under “food”. I followed her every direction to a “T” and even had my dear husband follow me. I mean, I figured that if she knew that he was following her too that she would definitely behave herself. So, we followed her every direction. A turn here, a turn there! Finally, she announced that we would arrive at our destination on the right. Yes, we arrived alright! We arrived at the Cracker Barrel Liquor and “Food” Store. I think that she secretly knows that we are a pastoral family and she wants to be sure that paparazzi get photos of us hanging out at the liquor store!