There's a reason why Fisherhubby needs "Dreadful Penny." (That's what I call the voice on his GPS)
I'm just sayin'
Today Diane has been suffering with a fierce migraine so Greg and Mike decided to drive to Trego to get a charger for the boat batteries as the current one seemed to be on the fritz. I stayed home with Diane.
The adventurers arrived in Trego just fine, only to discover that the marina there didn't carry the right charger, so they decided to head to Hayward to get one.
For those of you NOT familiar with all these Wisconsin Northwoods places that I am bandying about like juggling balls, you may see a map here which will enlighten you. (Click on the (-) sign three times, center Trego on the far left side of the map - - - then all the places mentioned will be visible.)
Once in Hayward, charger in tow, they phoned me to ASK THE QUICKEST WAY BACK TO TREGO.
"Huh?" queried I. Can't you find your way back to Trego from Hayward since you just came from there?"
"Uh, we took 70," says Fisherhubby, "but it's a long story, I'll tell you when we get back."
"YOU TOOK 70!?!?" Yelp I, "Why in the world did you go to Spooner to get to Hayward from Trego?????"
"We DIDN'T go to Spooner, we went to 70." Says that boy I married.
"Well, you didn't go INTO TOWN but you bypassed it on 53 and went to the SOUTH end of Spooner to get on 70!" I replied very "gently." (HA!)
"NEVERMIND right now," says he. "Just tell me how to get back to Trego the SHORTEST way and I'll tell you all about it when we get back with dinner."
"You're in Hayward, why don't you just buy dinner there??"
"Nope - - - we want milkshakes from the Dinner Bell."
"OK - - - just get on 63 and take it ALL THE WAY TO TREGO. We've been coming up here for over 20 years, I canNOT believe you can't find Trego from Hayward."
I got off the phone, repeated this conversation to Kyle and Diane, and we all hooted and hollered, well Diane didn't holler - - - her head hurt too much - - - but you get the idea.
Then I e-mailed Sister Pam because this joke was just toooo good NOT to share.
She and HER hubby hooted and hollered way down in Florida - - - well I GUESS they hooted and hollered, I couldn't QUITE hear them all the way up here in the Northwoods.
No sooner was I finished e-mailing than my phone rang again.
"You won't believe this." says Fisherhubby. "We've locked ourselves out of the car in Trego. Diane has a spare key, can you bring it to us?"
And here they are - - - as they were when I arrived at the gas station in Trego.
Fisherhubby is making an obscene gesture at me, but I whited that right out. This IS a "G" rated blog after all.
Honestly - - - we can't let those boys out in public!!!!
PLEASE check that map - - - you NEED to see it to believe it.