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Turn Right, Ahead

“The GPS says to turn here!”

Sure enough, as I scoured the tree-lined side of the road for the turn this robot voice was now telling us about, I could not imagine why we would turn into the woods.

Suddenly as if out of nowhere, a small, wooden bridge appeared in the brush. It looked sturdy enough, but before I could reply either way she turned the wheel and we were on it.

“Um…this isn’t even a road!” Ahead lay nothing but dirt.

“The GPS says it is!”

“I know…but once on Office it told Michael to turn and he read it wrong and ended up driving into a lake.”

She looked at me.

“And I can’t swim.”

I looked up and noticed a rickety sign that said “Road Closed” and under that saw something about the word lake and freaked.

“It said lake, it said lake!”

“Relax!” she said laughing. To be honest, I was laughing too. How could a GPS even know this dirt road existed, let alone that it was closed? We were laughing too hard to even watch where we were going.

“Turn around!” I yelled between laughs.

“Where?” All of a sudden we were driving past a brand new house with a small clearing across from it.

“Really, here?” I asked. Why would anyone choose this spot to build a house?

She laughed more as she turned into the clearing to make a three-point turn. I had my camera out.

“I hope someone comes out!”

“Don’t you dare take a picture of people if they come out! Nobody even knows we’re here!”

“Come on. A house that nice, they’ll probably offer us fresh squeezed lemonade.”

“Do you see any lemon trees around here?”

She had a point, but still.

We laughed hysterically until we came back to the bridge, and all of a sudden the GPS righted itself and the robotic voice said, “Turn right, ahead.”

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It’s the End of Lost As We Know It (and I Feel Fine)

“It’s all over tonight,” she said as I rolled over and realized she was awake.

“Think we’ll have all of the answers?”

“Nope.  But I think they’ll try their best.”

She was always the optimist.  That is why I love her.  I yanked the comforter off her and she started yelling.

“It’s cold!  Give it baaaaaack!”

I laughed hysterically as she jumped up and started tickling me.  All of a sudden she became serious, so I made a straight face back at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“We have to decide which party to go to.”

“Which Lost party?”

“Yup,” she said, sitting down and removing her fingers from my armpits.  I was just thrilled to catch my breath.

“Well, where do you want to go?”

She looked up, making the face she always made while deep in thought.

“Dunno, you?” she finally responded.

“I’d rather just order a pizza, get some wine, sit on the couch with you under a blanket, and just watch it here.  We have a big TV, surround sound, all that, why not?”

She smiled.

“You always have the answer to everything.”

“Except Lost.”

“Well nobody has the answer to that!” she said in a raised voice, warning me it was time to be tickled again.  And I was right.  She jumped and dug her fingers right back into my armpits, and I was helpless.  I giggled until she finally decided it was time to let me breathe again, at which point I pushed her down with my legs and got her back until she started yelling-

“Uncle!  Uncle!”

I laughed and let her go.  She sat up.

“So pizza and wine?  That’s all you need tonight?”

“And you.”

“And me.”

“That’s it.”

She smiled and sat up, fixing her hair, which was a mess from the tickling.

“Who do you think will live?  Jack?  Hurley?  KATE?!?!”

“I don’t know.  And I don’t care.  I’m just glad it’ll be over.  No more wondering.  No more hour of television every week like clockwork.  No more letting my Netflix movies pile up as we watch and rewatch the episodes in case we missed anything.  It’ll all be over tonight.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I feel fine.”