Ziing! Miss C and Ms U strike again! Oh how tiring it is to live a triple life. Ordinary architectual and CO2 market drudges by day, fabulous Miss Casual and Ms Ultimate by night, and then late at night, when everyone's dozing sleep, Miss C and Ms U enter the Being John Malkovich trap door and become our evil alter-egos: Mr Serious and Mr Ultimate.

Psst! Miss Casual and Ms Ultimate have
secret alternate blog personalities.

Oh woe is us! Who could possibly take so much time and care and (with a little blog knowhow) poke fun at poor, innocent us? Who could be at every tournament we attend, and seem to know a few choice details from inside Briefcase and our general cadre of scamps, do-baders and trouble makers? Who could it be?

The city of chicago goes wild, turns itself upsidown, rips open couch cushions, drains every half-cap latte, pokes a pinkey in every nook and crack looking for the suspects. Surely, they say, we could never suspect...we would look so foolish...it could never be the lovely, stylish, gentle, sweet, unassuming, angelic little ladies themselves.

Surely.