I decided very late Thursday night to fly into Chicago for Mrs. Smith's birthday party on Saturday, because what's the point of being a single girl with disposable income if you can't use it to hide in the shower and surprise your friends? Suckers! And boy, was Mrs. Smith SURPRISED. She's a very good reactor, what with all the screaming and jumping and everything. (So is Chips, although I don't remember her doing any jumping, and Stretch says she thought I'd be there anyway because she has the special alien power of foresight and reading between the lines.) Anyway, I kind of like mailing myself halfway across America to some of my favorite people in the world.
Also, I was chastised no fewer than five times for being too loud while playing a FAKE GAME. So: you're welcome, ladies! See you next year.