Last night as we were laying in bed…..waiting for sleep to overtake us and carry us to that dreamland that is always so coveted at the end of the day a woman’s voice spoke to us. In the stillness of the night a familiar voice was heard to say “Your destination is on your left.” Oh yes—the ever present GPS lady who always seems to be just late enough in her directions to allow that fork in the road to be missed, that right turn impossible when you are in the far left lane, and that landmark that you were being directed toward now appears in your rear view mirror.
Obviously Chris had somehow forgotten to silence the wench from inside his phone after we got back to the apartment but why she decided to speak up at that particular moment and not before is a mystery.
But the neat thing—guess what was at his destination on the left? ME! Maybe she knew what she was talking about all the time.
