…and I’ve got to say, at 5am on a Saturday morning, that concept is not particularly amusing. All you TSA airport employee folk? I must admit that I don’t feel even a teensy bit safer after the totally half-assed Super Special Security Screening y’all did, especially with the total level of out-freaking you did over my goddamned knitting bag. The fact that my bag set off every alarm you had, and to each one you squealed a LOT and then assured me that it was a false positive WHILE NOT REALLY CHECKING. That? Completely fucked up. If you’re going to screen, then do it. If you’re going to pat me down, then actually pat me the hell down. Don’t go over the major body parts where nobody would be fool enough to try and hide something. My GOD people. Come ON. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Especially at five in the damn morning. I was pretty damn proud of myself for keeping my mouth shut and not telling all y’all how I really felt about the whole thing.

Although I have to say that watching the TSA guy try to a)extract and then b)replace a sock-in-progress on size 1 1/2 dpns was totally priceless. He made it look like the sock was alive and trying to eat his hands.

The second Critterboy Cousin Wedding went swimmingly, and I learned a lot about a sect I didn’t really know much about, and stood through an hour+ church thing and didn’t run away screaming or burst into flames. That’s got to be progress.

Then there was Jesus* and the interpretive dancing. That made the whole thing that much more worthwhile.

And damn if there isn’t some of the most incredible geology right there on display next to the highway for miles and miles and 5 hours worth of miles. So beautiful. I heart Colorado.

*not his real name, just what everyone calls him

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