If I had gone on that New Zealand trip, I’d be getting home today: fit, tanned (or at least nicely burned), and full of beans.
Instead, I’m a flabby, pasty-faced, crabby, slug.
But as Brooklyn fans used to say every October, “Wait til next year!”
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Or, wait till March!!
But I know what you mean.
It is hard sometimes. Gravity sucks!
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