It was decided tonight that Sweety will take the Little League team to an all-you-can-eat pizza place instead of H(.)(.)ters. I am glad. I don't like being around a bunch of people and if we are at an all-you-can-eat something or other, that means that I can keep my mouth full of food and off limits to conversation. Sweety treated the team at this place last year and I think I ate 18 pieces of pizza in 90 minutes. Someone walking to our table? Just cram some food in there and defer all talking to Sweety. I'd rather look like a piggy than have to make conversation.