So I was driving about the country today, so tired I could barely see straight and jacked up on coffee (always a stellar combination), when I stopped by to visit a Chazzer. Proof: "Throw the ball!" "YAY!" "Throw the ball again!" /repeat These things all happened while I was there, in no particular order: >> I ate an enormous and delicious plate of eggs and hashbrowns and cheese and mushrooms and other delicious things. >> A spotty dog, a splotchy dog, and a great big white dog were snuggled and snuggled me in return. I was going on a week of canine deprivation so this was a very welcome thing. >> Linds saved my life by defeating an evil tick that was making its way across my shirt collar and undoubtedly planning to murder me. And then I crushed it with a restaurant spoon which probably violated several dozen health codes. >> Traveler demonstrated his acrobatic tree-climbing skills. Coincidentally, I was at that very moment pretending to be a tree. >> I demonstrated the dangers of mixing sleep deprivation and excessive volumes of coffee with a series of incredibly insightful statements like, "Is that your parrot?" and "Mine's the one with all the sugar!" Seriously people, do not overdose on coffee. >> I talked an excessive amount about my own dogs because I missed them very much. >> I resisted the temptation to steal Traveler yet again. Barely. Two-for-two now. Go me. Good times, good times.