low class is looking good

Shaun and I shot two events on Sunday and because we keep saying we are going to actually BUY something with the money we make being photographers instead of bending over and handing it to our mortgage company, we bought a GPS for our car.

We travel to all corners of California taking pictures and neither one of us are map experts. He believes in the road signs and I believe in “DAMN IT SHAUN! GOD! THE PRINT OUT FROM GOOGLE MAPS HAS SCREWED US AGAIN!” I can’t tell you how many times I have been pulled from the floorboard of the car in tears, mumbling, ‘turn left, not that left, the one up there. oh god, make it stop.’

I can get lost in a paper bag. ‘Cita has GPS built into her car and because of it, my job as co-pilot has been reduced to making sure I have topics for our car trip games and being able to look up our destination and hit ‘go’. Easy Breezy. Bring on the paper bags and one way streets.

We bought the discontinued version. It comes with bluetooth, mp3 player and says the streets. The new one with just the bluetooth was the same price as my mortgage payment. I can afford to be lost at that price.

Today we decided that the woman on our GPS was sort of annoying so we played around with it and decided that we would rather have the nice British lady spewing instructions at us. It makes it feel like we are driving a luxury car instead of the green mini-van.
We are purposely driving around to streets that would sound good coming from the British woman in that little box. We keep repeating the name of the streets and giggling. “SHE SAID COURT FUNNY!” *roaring laughter*
The name of the main street we live off of sounds SO much more exciting and upper class when said in a British accent.

After we got home, I asked Shaun if he would refill my drink and he said, “If you promise to stop talking in the accent. forever.”

What? I thought I had nailed it!