GPS

Hello Dear family,

I just wanted to add onto this blog. I think it would be a bad thing to just leave it alone. Perhaps I can add some fun stories to the lot here. I think it's time that I come clean with you all. I have a problem with directions. I know you all claim to have known this for a long time, but I have just recently come to terms with it. Recently, Stuart and Amy went on a trip to Puerto Rico. I asked if they would like me to take them to and from the airport. They agreed that that would be great. As I got into the car with them that Saturday morning, I had a thought cross my mind, maybe I should get my GPS and bring it with me (I was driving their car). I mentioned this thought to Stuart and Amy and Amy looked at me incredulously and said, "you can't just come back the same way? We're going to the airport!" I don't know how you'd all feel, but I felt stupid and said, "Oh of course I know... I was just kidding... I like hearing the voice..." In my stomach, however, I had a bad feeling welling up. That bad feeling turned out to be predictive as I attempted to return to their home from the airport. I ended up driving out to a toll bridge (why must I pay for my mistakes like this?). This toll bridge was not in Maryland. So I turned around, paid again, and almost went back all the way to the airport before I realized that I had missed a turn-off again! At this time, I decided to wake-up my dear Anne from her Saturday morning snooze and beg her help on Google maps. With her help, I made it back. The adventure would usually stop there, but I walked into Stuart and Amy's home and the security system started beeping, prompting me to enter the code that Stuart had left me. I didn't think to look at the paper because I remembered it well. Apparently I didn't remember all of it because the house alarm started shrieking and I started panicking. It was so loud that the neighbors knew that the Hagen's home had been infiltrated. I finally got the thing shut off and received a call from the security company. They asked for the password... and I didn't know what to say, so I gave them the code. They thanked me and sent the police. Let's just say that I was on the edge for the rest of the day. My GPS rode with me back to the airport the following week. We are sticking together from now on. As for the rest of you, if you need me to go somewhere, please tell me the state, city, and address. Me and my lady will get there.

Love you guys,

Benson