Oh, I'll be there.

I'm going out for a nice drive today, because I have fears of the mechanic saying, 'WHAT noise!?' Then, I drive to or from Maine or go to work on Monday, the wheel goes flying off and I spin to the shoulder where I hit a lump of something (probably a frozen formerly-indecisive squirrel) and flip over several times before coming to a stop upside down with gas leaking all over which lights on fire from a dangling sparking wire, and I'm trapped, screaming, because the seat belt's stuck and I left my switchblade in my other bra...

If I don't die, I will enjoy the chicken, the stroganoff, and limoncello. I could maybe think of some sort of food to bring too. At least Mary has a volunteer to clean the bathroom.