Conversations (texts) with the DH

Last week I got this text from my guy:

The tomtom met with an untimely demise

(The tomtom is the GPS.  I bought it when I decided to upgrade the Garmin.  This was an error, folks.)

I texted him back:

Ooookay.  Were you the demise?

His reply?

No.  It was destiny.  I was merely the vehicle.

I'm now the proud owner of a new, updated Garmin.  And the tomtom is dead.  But I didn't like the tomtom anyway.  It kept getting me lost.  Garmin never got me that lost.