I can't imagine living in the snow. First of all I would fall down a lot. It's stuck to everything and you have to shovel it. Your car slips around in it. It just doesn't seem like much fun. It is pretty but you need sunglasses to look at it. I had good intentions of writing about our trip to Chicago. It was a wonderful trip because Jamie and I got to go away without the children. I also got chosen to be patted down at the airport. It was thrilling. I had to take my belt off and I thought my pants were going to fall off and they would get to do a really thorough search. They stayed on; my hips saved me again. I was cleared and I got to fly out of Mobile. I didn't forget and leave a pair of scissors in my purse like when I got to see the President. They took my scissors so I couldn't hurt the President or cut anything while I was waiting for an hour to see him. This is why paper dolls don't sell well anymore. Scissors have become a security threat. I didn't get to sit with Jamie on the flight to Atlanta but I did get to sit with a large Greek man who smelled of spices and garlic. He was charming when we started talking. I did not understand some of the things he said (his accent was sweet) but I understood that he loved Mobile and was heading home to Manhattan. He was the one who told me about the plane that had just crashed into the Hudson. This is how my life works. I get to fly once in a blue moon and it happens on the day of a highly publicized plane crash. It did not bother me. What were the odds that one of my planes would also crash? The birds had done enough for that day. So, anyway, Jamie and I survived the flights and enjoyed each other and kept each other warm in the sub zero weather. Tune in next week and find out why I have flowers in a plastic bag.
