Yet Another Thing I Should Probably Take Credit For

This.

I suppose I should only take partial credit since other people have been pestering her to start her own blog. Personally I think she's doing it to shame me with her superior writing skilz. Sibling rivalry doesn't seem to end, even with our impending dotage. I'll add it to the side links as soon as I remember how.

In other news, I braved the cold yesterday to get TOYH a talking GPS unit for the Crapmobile. Her new job is going to take her out and about, and she claims she has no sense of direction. There is a bit of merit to that, although I wouldn't say it's directional confusedness. Back in the day when I was in school, there were occasions where TOYH would drop me off at Luther before she went on to her appointed rounds. Inevitably when we left home, TOYH would take off to her own destination and forget that she needed to drop me off. I wouldn't say anything. All of a sudden she would realize that she was going the wrong direction if she was to get me to school on time. Then she would get mad at me. Her get mad at me? She was the pilot, the captain of the ship, Master and Commander as it were. I was just the lowly passenger riding shotgun. So lowly, as a matter of fact, that my very existence wasn't even being acknowledged.

Anyway she now has a little box in her car that will tell her to turn right in 300 feet. It's the high tech version of the back seat driver, except this one is welcomed with open arms, and not just welcomed but purchased. I can't say it has much personality though. It would be cool if it would say stuff like, "You just missed your turn you moron." Then marketing geniuses could come up with ladies' versions that would ask, "How was your day?" or "How did that make you feel?" and guy versions that would ask, "How about that local sporting team?" or "Those jokers in Washington are a bunch of clowns aren't they."