Back during the last week of June Cabela's had a great sale. I was in Killeen, swamped with family angst. I called the Dearly Beloved and reminded him of the sale, which model we wanted, and to get there on the 26th, before they sold out of the item in which we were interested.
When I finally got home Friday night, he had to go out to his truck and get it. He and #1 Son [Matt G.] had left it in there when they got back from the store. But they had a LOT of fun judging from all the locations they'd left in the “Recently Found” memory.
Yes, y'all, I'm referring to DB's newest little Bitch...Gertrude. It's a Garmin and has a female voice and Dearly Beloved is totally enamored of it/her. Hence the name Gertrude. It's the ugliest name I could think of that begins with a “G”. Of course, HE has diminutized it to “Gertie”. GAG!
I will admit, she is handy. She found a couple of nifty restaurants for us. One of those trips will make a nice little blog at another time for their pies alone. BUT...
Sometimes my right foot or my right thumb [if I'm using the accelerate button when on cruise control] gets a “mite” heavy when I'm passin' some dolt. Gertrude snitches me off if DB touches the right place on her screen. BITCH. He wants to know just WHEN I was going 79 mph. Well, Hell's Belles! I don't remember! I probably went that fast for about 30 seconds 50 miles ago getting' around that pokey puppy in the blue Ford.
I like the feature that tells me what direction I'm going. I mean I can parse it out from the sun in the daytime, usually. But it's nice to have a machine tell me I'm heading North EAST or South WEST.
But you miss ONE little merge on a Cloverleaf and your Dearly Beloved will dahm near wet his pants laughin' so frackin' hard by the time you have painted all FOUR leaves of the cloverleaf “magenta” [as he likes to call it] on the GPS screen. Then again, if his parents had loved him enough to buy him the 64 count box of Crayolas, he'd KNOW it's actually called “orchid.” Mocking Bitch!