So we got all the luggage packed into the new car.
The new car with the small, small trunk.
Which I would illustrate with a funny picture of everything crammed into the above-mentioned trunk except I no longer have a camera.
I must digress from my GCS story to the camera story for just a second.
If you read QM's blog, you are aware of the near-death parasailing adventure. She so didn't accurately describe the amount of actual near-death.
Lots and lots of actual near-death.
As a last hoorah for the vacation, QM offered to send The Princess back into the sky. The Princess said she would go only if QM joined her.
After I got off the ground from laughter, QM looked at me and said, "She gets her evil from you."
To which I responded, "Well where do you think I got it?"
Genetics. It rocks.
So in a very un-QM-like move, QM opted in.
We walked down to the parasailing booth and the owner was working. He kind of reminded me of a pimp.
Not that I know any pimps.
But if I did know a pimp, I would think he would be a lot like this man.
The Pimp tried to double our fee, but when we told him that we'd done it on Tuesday and it was half as much we'll not be going thank you so much, he remembered that it was, in fact, only half as much.
Bless his forgetful pimpin' heart.
He said there were 6 people in front of us and asked us to come back in an hour.
When we came back, we were joined by a couple who had also purchased the parasailing adventure of a lifetime.
We all stood in the water waiting for the boat. The Pimp said we were going to have to go to the boat. It was (according to The King) 100 yards out. The Pimp said we would be able to touch except for just a minute where we would swim to the next place where we could touch.
Now, a brighter girl might have noticed that all of the other parasailing boats were nowhere to be seen.
We all begin our trek out to the boat. We could touch for about 20 yards. Then, nothing. No sea floor. The Princess is a great swimmer, but, it is the ocean. I was a teensy bit freaked. We swam for about 20 yards and then the massive waves started coming at us.
It was about that time when I had no recollection of whether or not QM could swim.
The King and The Princess and the couple were closer to the boat. I was staying back with QM. As we approached the boat the waves got even bigger and the boat was rocking all over the place. All I could see was that The Princess was in the perfect spot for the boat to come right down on her. So while we are all in various stages of trying to get to the boat, trying to get on the boat and trying not to drown, the teenage captains are yelling, "Be careful where you put your hands on the ladder! If your hand gets in a hinge, it will cut your finger off!!!"
The couple got onto the boat. The Princess got onto the boat. QM got to the ladder and became stuck. She was not able to go up or down. She was not moving. I think that I must have climbed over her. Then I heard The King yell, "QM, I am going to stick my hand on your butt so get ready!"
And he pretty much shoved her up and in to the boat.
So the couple gets dressed for the adventure. And the dude says something briefly about being scared of heights.
So they go up and do their thing and then on the way down...hurling. Lots and lots of hurling.
The Princess and QM fortunately get to fly into the sky. The King and I had to endure 15 minutes of the hurling.
Oh, the hurling.
Anyway. Finally, my peeps landed and we headed back to the shore.
Oh, wait. Not the shore. 100 yards out from the shore.
And for the sake of time, I am totally leaving out the horrors of the jarring and bumpy ride back to the 100 yards from shore.
The teenage captains told us the best thing for us to do would be to jump off of the side of the boat.
Now might be a little late in the story for me to tell you that we were not afforded the luxury of life jackets during any part of this adventure.
I flailed into the ocean. The Princess flailed. QM and The King flailed. The hurlers flailed.
You think I was gonna swim behind him?
It was horrible and difficult swimming back to shore. I tried to carry The Princess, who was (for the first time on this whole vacation) terrified. It is hard to swim and carry and be waylaid by the waves.
But we did it. We made it. No more parasailing.
Oh yeah. The camera. That is where I was going, wasn't it?
We had my camera in a ziploc and it was drenched and ruined.
But I suppose we had to choose the camera or the not drowning and we went with the not drowning.
Ok. So back to my original posting topic.
The new car has a GPS. So we plugged in our address and looked it over and it looked right and so, after a trip to Sonic, we were off.
The Princess was heavily involved with Silver Spoons and The King and I were having great conversation.
Part of that conversation went like this...
B: I don't remember seeing that outlet mall on the way down.
King: Me either.
More great conversation. And then listening to the NASCAR All-Star race on the radio.
Another part went like this:
King: We are only 40 miles from New Orleans?
B: Not possible. We are going north.
Back to the racing.
Finally, I looked out at the window and realized that we were in Gulfport, MS.
We were supposed to be in Hattiesburg.
If that means nothing to you, then look here.
Miss GPS was just sending us about 7 hours out of the way and we were going along with it.
Perhaps I should have noticed that we never hit the ridiculously long 4 lane highway.
Or that the compass thing said southwest instead of northwest.
Could somebody please package Good Common Sense and put it in the dash?
I think a GCS could do me way more good than the stinkin' GPS...
Updated to Add: When Miss GPS implored us to take EACH and EVERY exit ramp in Arkansas only to get right back on the interstate...we didn't. We did not listen to Miss GPS.
We used our Good Common Sense and stayed on the interstate.