thank you, garmin

I only have a few things to say about this weekend. The best part--second even to the Moroccan shiskabob at Casbah or the yummy vegan cobbler from Sentient Bean--was that Matt and I only had ONE fight all weekend. This lack of fangs is exceptional for two reasons:

1. We were both incredibly tired. I stayed up until 5 AM finishing that paper, and Matt had a really stressful work week.
   
2. Traveling brings out the worst in us. I can be a control freak, preferring to plan where my next 4 meals are coming from. And at what times those meals will occur. And where'll we'll park when we get there. Matt, on the other hand, responds to routine change by devolving into preteen Matt, who is easily overwhelmed and highly defensive. (Come to think of it, though, this is perhaps an evolution, as Matt outside his comfort zone used to turn into toddler Matt. That version threw fits and then needed naps. Preteen Matt is much better.)
   

What can we thank for our near perfect calm? Behold:


That blurry thing is a Garmin, a GPS system that Matt's mom recently gave him. We will never travel without it again.

--She said