I got the cutest little GPS system almost two years ago.
It's just now starting to work...and by work, I mean it gives me constant directions in the car...and by directions, I mean it sounds like this.
"Vat way, vat way, vat way...vis way, vis way".
"Tun weft, Momma, tun weft?"
"Poleet cah (police car) vat way."
"Sam house - vat way."
That's right, Sam has become my very own "Garmin gone wrong". (He hasn't quite gotten his right and left down). Bob hit the nail on the head the other day by equating Sam to the perfect blend of a Garmin gone wrong and a smoke detector with dead batteries.
**Please enjoy this old, yet appropriate pictures.**