Paul got me a GPS for Christmas. I thought it was a good idea, but I had no idea how much I'd love it! Garrett and I went shopping in Pasadena yesterday, all by ourselves. For those of you who don't know, I'm TERRIBLE with directions. Terrible. But I decided I need to figure this place out sooner or later, so I programed in the address where I wanted to go, and we headed out. And we made it! There are so many cool features on that thing it blows my mind. When I got to Pasadena I had a scary thought... 'What if this thing broke?' I had no idea how I got there, I just listened to the nice man inside the machine giving me step by step instructions.
After we shopped I went for a drive around old Pasadena, got totally turned around, but enjoyed the drive. When I'd had enough I hit the little picture of a house, and the little man told me how to get home.
It has restaurant listings, shopping, gas stations, etc. And it really works. We made it home! And if you miss a turn (happened once) the little man says "Recalculating" and then he gets you back on track. I think I'm in love. One thing that bugs me, we turn up Painter Ave to get home and he calls it Prainter. I don't get it. Where did he get that extra R?
I can live with it.
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The extra R huh? He must be an old man. You know how a lot of old people will say "warsh" instead of "wash" :-). Enjoy the GPS. Now you need to give him a little nickname. He will be your new boyfriend :-)
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