Tonight was a marathon night. Homework, crime and punishment (not homework related), and drop-offs in a 1 to 14 km radius. Thank small gawds DH borrowed the voiture from the Mothership. (Why is another story. He goofed and is trying to make ammends.)
So, drop-offs, 1, 2 and 3 go without a hitch. Drop-off 4 is at the end of the line, around a corner, turn East, turn West, kiss the one you love the best.
We had good directions for the most part. Got us right to the turn off, in the end. This wouldn't be a blog-worthy story if it weren't for the but now would it. DH, in his unusual forsight decided to look up directions on MapQuest.
MapQuest, in its infinite wisdom pointed the turn off as being on the left side of the road. Destinee's directions clearly stated make a right-hand turn. And there began the fun. Me yipping at DH that the school grounds are a marker, not the final destination. Him cranking back "MapQuest said ...".
Bah.
Now this is the proper way to fight :D.
CUs 1 and 2 (of "My three dads" fame), take note. I'm sure the alternative Dad (AD) 1 and 2 don't fight this way :D.
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ooooh! That map quest! It has gotten more people lost! It gave me bad direction to my brothers house in Barrhaven. My internal Starbucks locating device is a better locator than mapquest anyday.
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