Whoops. No I didn't. I've had to apologize to a couple of people for blowing them off due to the the road trip which happened this weekend.
We had a blast and stayed in a wonderful hotel whose name I (naturally) do not recall. We also decided Crater Lake is beautiful, rock fights with pumice aren't too bad and accidentally shaving off one's nipple would be unfortunate. We weren't even drunk at the time.
In driving down, celibot pointed out a particularly ridiculous bumper sticker:
If you can read, thank a teacher.
If you speak English, thank a soldier.
I wondered how many bumpers in Iraq sported said sticker.
In coming back home, I passed up an opportunity to spend the evening with _sister_madly_ and pdx42. I had just gotten home and thought I was too tired. After a bit, I realized that I wasn't too tired. I just wanted some down time and I took the opportunity to go running. It was my first three mile run since the injury. I was really happy with that and as I got back home, I noticed that I wasn't tired in the slightest and, in fact, felt really really good. Then I took off my running shoes and noticed my left sock was soaked in blood.
Fortunately, the culprit was merely a poorly trimmed toenail, quickly rectified, but that was a bit disturbing.
Another point to ponder: why is it that so many Republicans scream about smaller government and how we can't trust the government but have no trouble trusting the Bush administration? So many times they have trouble even articulating their specific grievances with our "untrustworthy" government but are quick to defend against the very specific grievances one can cite against Bush.