Yesterday was the boyfriend's birthday, and to surprise him I decorated the house with streamers and balloons. It wasn't much of a surprise, as I had to do it at 5:00 A.M. before he woke up - and of course he heard me cutting and ripping and rustling and taping the crepe paper to the walls. But it was nice just the same. And there were balloons (!), which we had fun rubbing onto Jack's fur to make them stick, after which Jack would walk around the apartment sideways trying to get away from them, probably wondering why they were so persistent in their pursuit. We tortured him with balloons so much that he is now afraid of them, and will run and hide if he sees us coming with one in our hands.