Men and Driving

I have the typical husband who is directionally challenged. We drove out ot Magnolia yesterday with Vernon's Dad to Vernon's brother Bruce's for a holiday dinner. I got the directions online TO the house and just figured we could reverse them to get back home. Vernon's dad has been out to Magnolia but he couldn't remember the way, so he got to our house and rode with us. I had Vernnon drive his CRV because 5 of us fit in better. We got there fine but on the way back home we are going down country (read narrow winding 2 lane) roads with my loving spouse driving like a bat out of hell. It must be the challenge of driving fast down a curving road that thrills a guy. We missed the first turn out of the neighboorhood. So the husband tears around a cul-de-sac and requests that the next time I print reverse directions. I then said can you slow down it is not a race to get out of here. And I get told that there was no sign, did you see a sign? Of course not, I'm sitting in the back seat and you're tearing down these streets so fast I can't see anything but trees. We then hit another cul-de-sac and now he is deteremined that we are lost. We can't be lost, just slow down and lets see if we can find a street. We do find a street and get out fine. My son is looking at me with this look of "Oh My GAWD! He really thinks we are lost?" Lucky for us all, Colt refrained from verbally and audibly expressing these thoughts.
I really should have known better since if I take a back street around our usual stomping grounds it send Vernon into a "Where are you going?" and then"I'll never remember this route". Oh to be directionally challenged is tantamount to being disabled - especially in Houston!
Maybe this is why I drive all the time.