And how many people groaned in disgust when they saw their idea patented by somebody else?

I love travelling. I love rolling suitcases, especially the kind that don't get caught on every crack and cobblestone between Paddington Station and the Leisure Inn. (Ahhh...I miss London.) So I snagged my sister's itty-bitty carry-on rolling suitcase (you want me to pack 4 days' worth of potential necessities in that???) and trundled down the alley this morning, glorying in my pullable suitcase. However, I learned something rather quickly--my suitcase is drunk. It weaves down the sidewalk, narrowly avoiding newspaper dispensers and fire plugs with merry abandon. I'm telling you, this suitcase is having waaaay too much fun for 7:15a. I think its wheels are too close together and therefore it's unstable, but with my trained Lincoln-Park eyes, it's acting drunk.

(I look forward to the people-movers at Midway. There's gonna be drunken swagger all over the place.)

AND. Did you know you can check-in for your flight online? Before you even get to the airport? How great is modern technology? I already re-assigned myself to a better seat, know my gate, and have printed out my boarding pass. I'm in heaven.