I've Seen You on the Beach and I've Seen You on TV

Bill Herbert lives in Florida, but I don't know why he's rubbing it in. I've said time and time again that I'm living in Chicago where the snow is pretty for exactly 2 minutes before it gets run over or tread on by the masses of people who live stacked on each other like pancakes in apartment buildings where the heat doesn't come on often enough so your mouse hand gets cold while you're sitting at the computer.

Well, what I meant to say is that Bill's beautiful wife is named Lara. His daughter, Shelby, is 9 years old, and his son, William, is 6 years old. He's hinted that they will come to the reunion, which makes me all atwitter, but he's also said they might be moving in June, so he's not certain. Why he is playing with my emotions, I'll try not to analyze.

Maybe it's because I'm awake past my bedtime, but I'm starting to suspect a conspiracy among the "Bills" with their gorgeous, smiling families and their photographs in front of warm ocean waters. I'm going to try not to take it personally as I slide in between my flannel sheets tonight.