late saturday night on the way home from the rodeo the following converstation was held at about 11:00 pm in the car:
casey: we need to go grocery shopping
kimber: tonight? i'll just go monday when i have a grocery list
casey: but we don't have any food
kimber: what don't we have?
casey: cereal, ice cream, chocolate covered gummy bears, food
in that order
on another note, i don't know what we'd do without our gps
it saves our lives.
especially here in roseville, ca where the roads are wacko.
most the times we like it (her).
many times we passionately dislike it (her).
it's a her because that's the voice, either an annoying american voice of british :)
currently it's british.
sometimes we call her the gps wench .
mainly when it leads us some dumb way and we follow its directions instead of going where we know is better is when we passionately dislike her
the following conversation was held in the car one day:
kimber: why are we going this way?
casey: i don't know, the gps is dumb
kimber: i wish our gps took us the most direct route
casey: i wish our gps took us the practical route
i thought it was funny
note the only options the gps has "fastest time", "least distance", "surface roads only" and other silly ones that i swear no one would ever use.