I was in the middle of a jog upstairs. Well, to be honest, although it should have been the middle, I was probably already three quarters of the way to collapsing. Whatever. So I was three quarters finished on the treadmill when I heard laughing downstairs. Trust me, this was loud, because I could clearly hear it over the sound of my running playlist.
It was almost maniacal, and rather distracting. So I pulled the earbuds out of my ears, letting Roy Jones Jr. spill into the air. Who on earth was down there?
So I go to downstairs to check it out, and find a group of five people. Giggling, might I add. Five strangers in the living room, setting up my favourite game.