Christmas came a bit early for me this year, it seems. Last Saturday evening, I was sitting in the family room quietly surfing the web when I was assulted by the entire rest of the family, singing "We wish you a merry Christmas." Mrs A. was holding out a wrapped package which she handed to me after the singing was done. She explained that she had gotten this for me for Christmas, but figured that I would get much use out of it before Christmas day and so decided to give it to me now. So after all of requisite box-shaking and pretending to try to imagine what was inside, I opened the package. In the box was a brand new, way cool Garmin GPS60 GPS receiver! She went on to explain that with the opening day of deer season on the following Monday, I would now have this unit to help negotiate our hunting area, and still return home. That is a bit curious because she is always telling me to "get lost!" Anyhow, I've always wanted one of these gadgets, and this is a nice one. One particularly neat thing about this was the way that my wife explained how she came to choose this model out of the many that are offered. After considering the upper limit of the budget, she looked at the available models. She figured which features that would be most useful for me,( something maybe 1 out of 1122.84 wives could even guess) and setteled on this one because it was compact, ruggedly built, and most of all exibited the longest battery life for any similarly equipped unit. I know very few people who even read those sorts of specs, and I don't know anyone whose wife would even think to do so. Mrs A. thinks like an engineer, it is one of her many endearing qualities. Come to think of it, with her skills, it is not hard to imagine that she may have subtly altered this unit, such that instead of leading me home, it will direct me to say, fall into an abandoned quarry hole. Hmmm, I think I will hang onto my trusty old 9 dollar compass afterall...
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