If you've read any of my rants…you know I hate clowns. So…what do we do? We eat breakfast at Pancake Circus. Ugh…everything I feared except thankfully the waitress was not dressed as a clown.

When you're on the road…food choices are critical. One bad move and you're incapacitated for days. So for the Pancake Circus…I'll get two scrambled eggs, a plain waffle, grapefruit juice, and hot water for my own tea. Yep…it was a good call…I'll live to eat another day.

Our road manager Chris has more hatred and fear of clowns than myself. He didn't order any food, and even left to go sit in the van.

Peat and Steve thought our creeped-outedness was funny. Steve even bought a Pancake Circus t-shirt to commemorate the occasion. Does anyone know what the specific psychological fear of clowns is called? CreepyClownaphobia?

So…we're walking into Sam Bond's Garage for our show in Eugene, OR and I walk up to the stage and what do I see? A happy little plastic squirrel in the middle of the stage. He looked at me like "Hey Cady! Take me with you, I love the road! Besides, I have magical powers!"

Well, what does one do but say, "Um…Okay."? So I put him on top of my keyboard for the whole show, and when it came to packing up and leaving, I looked around and stole it. Yep! I took it. He's ours now! He asked us to take him and we did.

We've had good luck ever since…and as for magical powers, he apparently stopped Steve's incontinence and he was saved. Hence, the christening of "Squirty the Squirrel, Patron Saint of Incontinence and Weird Bands".

Long Live Squirty….we love you!!!!

Sent from the Black Forest.