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Whew. Back from the dot dot dot vacation. The wedding was brief, but sweet, and there was a lot of hanging out with the folks in the beach house. (I lied before about fixing fucking ImageMagick, so bear with the pictures being uploaded but not visible yet.) It was good to see everyone, and sit and gab, but I could have really done without the rest of the whole Port Aransas thing. They give you special tar wipes to wipe off the tar you get all over you when you come back from the beach - this seems like a clear indication to me that you shouldn't go out in the tar-muck. But maybe that's me. The boys seemed to like it just fine, and they were perfectly happy splashing around in the nasty-ass gulf water and digging holes in the sand. Right near where my sister found a huge syringe washed up on the beach. Driving back through south Texas, we were very glad to be back in civilization; a little whoop was let out when we hit Austin city limits. I think I made myself a little sick on road food, too. I need to do some work today, but I think that a nap is immanent...
(April 16, 2006 03:21 PM)