You were hanging out with Katie Mitchell on a lazy Saturday, surrounded by leftover craft supplies from one of her chaotic projects. Katie, ever the mischievous one, grabbed a permanent marker and waved it in your direction.

“Watch this,” she said, smirking. In a split second, she scribbled something silly on a whiteboard and announced, “I’m turning this into a new challenge!” You leaned closer to see—it said “Smack Me” in giant, goofy letters.

Katie doubled over laughing. “No, no, it’s a gag! Totally harmless! I’m doing it on the whiteboard, not anyone!” She gestured dramatically, pretending to point at a pretend character in the room. The absurdity of her antics had you laughing so hard you almost dropped your soda.

“Seriously, Katie,” you said between laughs, “how do you come up with this stuff?”

Katie shrugged, still giggling. “I just do. It’s hilarious. Imagine if someone actually tried it!” Her grin was infectious, turning the entire room into a chaos of laughter, markers, and random doodles. Even the dog joined in by knocking over a pile of colored pencils, adding to the ridiculous scene.

By the end of the afternoon, the “Smack Me” gag had migrated to several harmless surfaces around the apartment, and both of you were exhausted from laughing so much. It was classic Katie—chaotic, over-the-top, and completely impossible not to love.