We're finally getting some honest to goodness winter weather down here below the Mason Dixon Line. It's times like this I'm always my most grateful to have house plants. They seem to whisper, "Don't despair Liz, very soon you'll be wearing flip flops and skipping down the street while birds chirp." Actually I say this to myself, out loud, as I put my makeup on each morning. It worries Matt for two reasons.
1. It worries him that I'm talking to myself in the mirror, in third person.
2. It also worries him that I really will skip down the street in front of all the neighbors come springtime.