Don't ask me what it means, because I don't know.  I spotted this sign on the way back from Santaquin where I took Kristen on our date tonight. 

    First we went to Chili's, even though John said never to go to Chili's on a date because it is lame and should only be used as a last resort.  Well whatever - Kristen has only ever been once, and I had a gift card - so Chili's it was.

    After Chili's we went to the hole and dropped down a few incendiary devices.  It was cool.  Kristen claimed that it was the coolest place she had ever been, and the best date she had ever been on, and that I gave her the best nickname she ever had (wendybird). 

    It was a great adventure.  I took her back up to the camp where she works and drove the alpine loop again and listened to the garden state soundtrack.

    Wonderful.

     I don't even know if you could call it a surgery, it was so minor.  I had a mole removed from the back of my neck (eww), and a strange bump removed from my right index finger.  They sent it in for testing.

    The experience was pretty cool, actually.  I was expecting more pain, but felt almost none.  They hit each spot with a local pain killer and just sliced away.  I didn't even know he had done my neck until he said he was done.  What's weird is that I could feel everything around it just fine.

    I was expecting some more pain when the drug wore off, but so far have had almost none.  Oh the miracle of modern medicine.  Pretty freaking sweet.

    Anyway, since I know you all wanted to see it, here is crappy pictures of my new craters:

blurry conclusive proof that aliens exist!