The Lily Pad

Last year I had my navigational skills questioned by my three year old.   Since that time I have not used my GPS during our trips from VA to NC because, you know, I got this. On our most recent trip home, I called my Dad to let him know we were on our way and we had the following conversation: Dad "What time does the GPS say you'll be here?" Me "I don't know, I'm not using it.  I know my way home." Dad "OK..." Two and a half hours later I had the following conversation with my Grandmother-in-law: Me: "We're making great time!  Madelyn's sleeping and we're near *some town that starts with W." Nanny: "Thats great!  Be safe." Forty five minutes later I call Nanny back... Me: "Um...we're in West Virginia." Nanny: "..." Me: "Yeah.  I didn't need the GPS." I call Chris Me: "Um...we're in West Virginia" Chris: "Where's the GPS?" Me

I wrote this almost a year ago and forgot but I just now found it and since I'm lazy I'll post it instead of writing something new. Sometime earlier this year I developed a lovely clogged pore that didn't seem to want to go away, and then it got a friend right beside it and another and then together they dug a pool.  So after enough waiting for them to move out of the neighborhood on their own I went to the dermatologist for a zit removal but was surprised with a biopsy and got an undeniably clear result of inconclusive squamous cells.  So it was reccommended that I have it removed. In preparation for having my face cut off, I asked Chris to try to be there in case a crazy criminal breaks in and tries to switch their face with mine.  Granted I wasn't under anesthesia and the only thing numbed was about an inch of my lower jaw, but I prefer to be safe, plus since I knew the Dr. wasn't going to give me anything to relax while I have my my face cut off I thought I