Why do I picture her right now in a bedroom somewhere in the South with pink decorations all over the place, her still in her sweats and refusing to come out, a big bucket of ice cream cradled in one arm and a giant spoon clutched in the other hand, makeup smudged all over her face, and her mother trying to talk to her through the keyhole begging her to come out and get some "fresh air" .... I just can't get that image out of my mind!
