I have a confession to make (yes, another one!)...I got lost today...in the town I have lived in for the last twenty-one years. (Don't tell my husband...he'll laugh at me...again.) Apparently any brain cells I had that dealt with directional ability died in the great booze fest I like to call college. I'm not sure I had any directional abilities before college but I am quite sure I haven't had them since. It's kind of scary to get lost in a little town like mine...kind of scary and kind of ridiculous all at the same time. I can get lost going somewhere I have been repeatedly. If the billboards change, a tree gets cut down or heaven forbid, a new store opens up...it becomes a whole new world for me. I think a GPS would help me out...a lot. I could (okay, SOMEONE could) program that sucker to get me where I need to go before I leave the house each day. As long as I don't make any unnecessary detours I should be just fine. The problem would be if I screwed up the programing...cause that voice saying over and over and over "Turn left at the next available street" when there are NO STREETS available might just cause me to have a breakdown right there on the road. Maybe I'm not meant to drive. Yeah, that's it...I'm actually meant to have a chauffeur! Any offers??