Guess I'll start:

32 miles this morning. It was ridiculously humid (to the point that my glasses fogged up when I stopped). Early on I encountered deer. One gave me the "And what do you want?" look that is so common on suburban deer. The other one was clearly nervous. I wasn't sure they were going to move, so I stopped and just talked to them for a while and they left. (They must have thought I was crazy.) About a third of the way through the ride, I realized I was going faster than normal, but my saddle and my right knee were really bothering me. I figured it was because I hadn't ridden for a week (the knee), and that I may have to go saddle shopping again. I also noticed I was "ankling", which I never do.
I stopped off at my southern turn-around for a restroom break and noticed that the LBS had lubed my seatpost for me. Then I realized that there was a ring of dirt that was about an inch above the seatpost clamp! I guess my marker didn't show up or had rubbed off, and they'd guessed. It works better in terms of power transfer (I set some personal northbound speed records today), but was not so great for my hip, foot, knee or girly bits. I don't have the leverage I need to undo that bolt with the multitool, so I toughed it out until I got back.
There were no crazy chipmunks on this ride, just a cat. It looked like it wanted to cross in front of me, so I yelled at it. It gave me the "What? I'm cute! Don't yell at me!" look. Silly kitty.