number eight. LOST.

Memory eight. LOST.

Somehow, my dh and I make quite the pair of navigators. Neither of us pay much attention to signage but rather enjoy looking at the landscape, the people, other cars, really anything outside the windows. During our stay at the lake we took a short trip down to the Grand Rapids area to visit the kids great grandpa. All went well with the visit and we were on our way back. It had been a few days since I had enjoyed a really good coffee, I don't count those automatic latte machines in gas stations so I convinced Eric to take the downtown Grand Rapids exit to sneak in one good coffee. I must note that Starbucks just don't seem to be as plentiful as they are in Indy so we had to drive a bit and ask a few passer bys to direct us to coffee. Finally, Eric dropped me off at Beaners to pick up a couple of lattes while he drove around the block. So I quickly run in, not wanting him and the 3 kids to have to wait on me and get the hot coffees. Then I wait. And, wait and wait. It started to down pour suddenly so I leave the corner I've been waiting on and head back inside Beaners with my 2 coffees that are quickly losing their heat. I dont' have my cell phone, no camera, not even a magazine to enjoy during this unexpected free time. What a waste of some quiet with NO kids. About TWENTY minutes later the familar Volvo rounds the corner. Construction, one way roads, kids distracting him....all kinds of excuses. But he was LOST and apparently noone knew of any Beaners. Next time I'll remember to grab my bag and in it I'll have a nice magazine, my phone (to call for a cab--forget dh) and a camera to share what I did with my free time.