Well, since tysgirl and limpy went on vacation I thought I would too. Sylvia and I are heading to Colorado with her dad, his wife, and Sylvia's brother. It'll be a week filled with hiking (Great Sand Dunes NM, Sangre de Cristo Mountains, Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado State Forest State Park (yes, that's really what it's called)) whitewater rafting class IV and V rapids, camping in a yurt, and generally goofing off.
On a completely unrelated note, The Spousal Unit just asked me why the winner of the Indianapolis 500 drinks milk. Turns out Louis Meyer, who won the race in 1936, drank buttermilk after the race because it was his favorite. The Milk Foundation decided that was too good of a promotional thing to pass up and has made sure the winner has a bottle of milk ever since. Fine, it's a dumb tradition. Whatever. I mention this not because of it's riveting trivia value but because (according to the one online source I happened to see it at) PETA is hoping to stop the tradition. The organization is looking to end the drinking of the milk, claiming it to be a "beverage born out of cruelty to baby calves" and a "racist drink."
Ohhh Kaaay. I'm with you on preventing animal cruelty but, christ, it's fucking milk. And it's racist? Should it be alternated with chocolate milk?
Back to the regularly scheduled banality you've come to expect.
I'll be gone from Saturday til the following Saturday and, unlike other bloggers who set up posts to come up on scheduled days during their absence, I'm just not going to think about you at all. It's not that I don't care, it's just that I really don't care.
Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go kick a calf in the nuts, just so he knows what cruelty is really like.