My good buddy Dale @ Whatever You Want Honey wrote about Side Seat Driving today. I wrote a comment on his post, but then thought — I’ve just got to post it here for all of you to read 
So read his post then come back here — I’ll wait.
You *were* spying on us during our vacation weren’t you?
Just kidding. We just got home today and I’m catching up on my buddies — I’ve missed y’all! But I absolutely had to laugh when I read this! This was so us — especially trying to find the airport. First, Duck asks me how we get back to the airport. I say, let me get the map (an actual printed map not from an online source, but not necessarily accurate either). Next, Duck makes a crack about my ability (or lack of) to read a map. Ah, the pressure. I love my family…I love my family…I was so ready to be home
I *wish* he would’ve just felt his way there — not only do I get car sick when trying to read *anything* — it doesn’t help that he’s always right. But I look at the map, tell him a few turns, then I figured out the best way to get to the airport.
“You just took me around the block, didn’t you?†Duck (My Genius Better Half) observes.
“Why, yes. Yes I did. But only because I didn’t figure out the best way to go until we were already halfway around the block†I answered.
Hey, we got home and we’re just all so dern happy to be here that we’re all sleeping in our own beds tonight — no sleeping in the Galley
And to make this comment even longer … I’ll share with you that this Navigator used to have a keen memory and excellent sense of direction — that was until I married My Genius Better Half who is always right. That nagging little fact seems to through my senses into a whirlwind!
I really have given up on trying to navigate anywhere we go. I just relax and enjoy the ride as much as I possibly can. If we’re late, we’re running on Boyd time. If we’re early, it’s a miracle! If we get lost, there’s always interesting scenery.
Missed me? We’ve been on vacation — for SEVEN days! The 3 of us — who hardly spend a couple of hours together in a week, spent 7 days in Orlando, FL. Oh the tales I have to tell. More to come when I can actually think again later this week — you know, when Doodle goes to grandparents and Duck’s back at work. I love my family…I love my family…I love my family…
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