Driving to Dallas to deposit Pooh at her newly detailed and repaired car, Ms. Hannigan desperately needed a fix. So we asked The Lady (read: Hannigan's new GPS toy) to find the nearest Starbucks (our familial drug of choice). The Lady obliged, sending us to Fairfield, fifty-ish miles up the road.
Twenty-five miles and countless "-ville"s and "-field"s later, Bonus asks, "What ville are we looking for again?"
Hilarity ensued.
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Saturday, January 3, 2009
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