I just received a drunk dial from the Zenchick. You know it's truly a drunk dial when said dialer realizes it's a drunk dial in the middle of the conversation. "Oh my god! This is a drunk dial! I'm drunk dialing you."

Why yes. Yes you are.

I heard Aaron and MzOuiser in the background preparing a photo op when the Zenchick gave (shoved) the phone to this guy who immediately said, "You have no idea who this is, do you?"

Sure I do, I said. "You have a very tall head." The real question was, did he have any idea who I was?

Exhibiting the compassion and loving kindness you'd expect from someone who refers to herself as the Zenchick, she spent most of the call mocking my post surgical congested nasal voice tone. "What a minute. Say that again. (laughs) No really, say it again."

She truly is a vessel of love.

Actually, her mocking made me laugh. "It hurts when I laugh. Stop!" I said, which to a drunk dialer is only incentive for continuing to make me laugh.

You always hurt the ones you love. I think.