Have I ever mentioned how Tom-Tom dependant my husband has turned, even when we know how to reach our destination.

ANYWAY!

We were going to see a show at York Little Theatre.  While I've never seen a show there, I've auditioned there twice, so I knew where I was going.  Chris had been attend a conference in Hershey Fri./Sat./Sun. and by the time he got home Sat. evening, there wasn't much time until we had to leave for York.  I suggested he pick a place along the way, right off of 83.  He grabbed Tom-Tom out of his car (Tom-Tom's "home") and away we went.  There is the option that you can choose different destinations along the way, restaurants being one of them.  He chose a Friendlys that was just 4 miles from the theatre.  Tom-Tom said take this exit and turn right at the light, so I did.  Tom-Tom said go 4 miles and turn left, so I did.  Then it instructed me to make another left, and I did.  And then we were back at 83, but traveling under it.  We drove around in the middle of nowhere for about 10 miles when we made another right and were told to turn left and we had reached our destination.  We were in an area with a bunch of warehouses.  I went around a small bend and there was a sign for Friendlys--Trucking Distribution Center!

I guffawed!  I couldn't help myself!  Chris was irritated, but I just laughed and laughed and laughed!

After our busy weekend (which started Thursday evening for us) my sister called me and left a message Saturday--which is unusual.  Then she called again on Sunday while we were out shopping and actually asked if I could call her back later so we could meet up.  Weird...  Just a little while later while we were in Target, she call again asking if we were still shopping.  I told her we were in Target and she said they'd be there in about five minutes.  When she showed up she told us the news:  She's six weeks pregnant!  (I knew it had to be something like that because there's no other reason she'd chase us down like that.)  We are thrilled for her and congratulated both of them.  Her husband affectionately refers to it as Peanut, and since they don't want to know the sex beforehand, the name is probably going to stick.

My mom's side of the family has this strange habit of silly nicknames--My Uncle Jerry is Pete, his oldest Little Pete (even though it's altered to Norm, after the guy from This Old House), his youngest Buckwheat.  My Cousin Jodi's oldest is Scrap her youngest Sweet Pea.  My cousin Bobbi's oldest is Tea, I haven't heard anything about her youngest yet, but she is still under a year old.  Something my dad use to call me, which never caught on, thank the Lord, was Meathead.  Yeah, the name Archie Bunker from All in the Family use to call his son-in-law he didn't like.

Thrilling.