Advice for the Happy Couple
I just returned from the Glorious South. I did not realize how much I missed it there until I was, after the longest Michigan winter ever, re-immersed in its sunshine and flip flops and sweet tea. Down South little girls wear floral dresses and have names like Lisa Marie and Tori Rae. Their mamas have perfect pink toenails, carry Vera Bradley bags, and say things like, “Come on, Mary Martin, nobody has time for this hissy fit today.” Ladies lunch outdoors and smile pleasantly at my three year old who is dancing around the restaurant patio whilst hopped up on chocolate milk and cheesecake. They notice the concerned expression on my face and say, “Honey, don’t you worry a thing about her! She is just precious.” And I reply, “Oh! I just love your accent! I used to live down here but now I’m up in Michigan, and…” my voice trails off. They exchange mutual “bless her heart” glances and look back at me with eyes full of symp...