Our first Christmas as empty-nesters went well. I was worried that it might be very sad to wake up on Christmas morning without kids excited about opening presents. I needn’t have worried, though. Adam knows me well, so convinced Amanda they should call us when they left the Prayer Room at 6:00 AM. So, rather than starting Christmas day missing my kids, it started as every good Christmas should: being woken up by my kids. Way too much fun!
After spending a few minutes talking to the kids on the phone, we crawled out of bed and wandered down stairs to open our gifts. I got Brian a GPS. I just recently found out how much he wanted one when he and a friend from work were discussing how they had both been totally convinced that was the gift they would get from the office this year. It wasn’t. (Instead they got a digital picture frame, which is what I had originally bought for Brian… Sheesh!) Anyway, He spent oodles of time yesterday playing, er, I mean working with the GPS, getting the software updated, our address programmed in, and whatever else it takes to get things up and running. Today he used it to get home from the office. Yep, that’s right. He used the GPS to help him make the drive he has made 10 times a week for three months now. When he walked in the front door he was giggling like a little girl because it was so cool.
Come to find out, not only does the beast figure out the best way for him to get home, it tells him in a gentle, soothing, female voice. It tells him in plenty of time to be prepared to the make the turn, and then sounds a tone to let him know when he has reached the place where he is supposed to turn. When he would make a wrong turn, the GPS’s only response was to calmly say,”Recalculating route”. It then calmly tells him how far it is to his next turn, and which direction that turn will be. When he got in front of our house, it actually told him,”Arrived at destination.”
Now, all of that sounds awesome, but it’s not exactly what a wife wants to hear! Especially when the husband is quick to point out that the GPS never asks for an explanation as to why he took the wrong turn. It apparently doesn’t gripe about how quickly he is approaching an intersection, and never grabs the dashboard and gasps when it looks like he isn’t going to stop in time, either… And, although he didn’t say so, I’m just guessing it isn’t going to tease him when he takes a “shortcut”, either. Something tells me this thing is gonna get me in trouble…