My Feet Hurt

WHOA! Skipped a week there. I blame, as always, the weather. Good lord it's been cold - and my skin! Oh, it's been so dry! Just awful.
Well I did some walking today. I'm going to name this walk Michael's Idiotic Journey around Oklahoma City OR Michael Accidentally Walks more Miles then he has Fingers on his Left Hand. Okay, not really, but almost. As you just guessed, the walk itself took place in Oklahoma City (check out our previous post's for details on how spread-out this place is), and covered over 8 miles of bad directions, poor planning, and male stubbornness. I had a map in my head, which was not only the wrong size, but was apparently blank in many crucial way's... More later! Gusser's is going to pick me up ANY MINUTE, so I've got to jet.
Back at home, much later this evening. My feet were in such bad shape I had to wash them in the tub. Anyway - the walk. You might be asking yourself; Michael, just where the hell were you going? Well let me assure you that *
"What are you doing?"
Oh, hey baby. I'm writing in our blog about my day. This morning I *
"Shh, I'm reading."
"Oh my God, you walked 8 miles today?"
Yeah, it was stupid. See I was trying to get to the comic book store, because it's Wednesday, and it also happens to be payday, so I thought *
"Why didn't you just call me?"
You were working, and I was pretty sure I knew how to get where I was going. See, there was this map in my head that was too small! And apparently it left some things out as *
"Just call me next time, okay? Seriously that's stupid that you didn't call."
I know, but I like to get around on my own.
"What-ever."
Bye hon! Okay, that just about wraps it up! I took what I thought would be a 3 mile roundtrip walk, which turned out to be a 5 mile roundtrip walk, and by walking all the way around a golf course not once, but twice, turned it into an 8 + mile walk! If I had been in charge of the Oregon trail, everyone would have had to eat one another by the time we reached Missouri.
By the time I write up another post, we'll have a shiny new president. By the way, I watched Obama's half-hour commercial this evening, and was disturbed to find that there's a very faint line that circles the base of his neck. Gussie explained that this may have been a makeup line, or perpahs even a visual artifact from our cheap hotel television, but I know the truth. The real Barack Obama is... Al Gore! Till next week!