Okay, so this last one isn't just one word. But since the magical day of waterskiing, I hurt. A lot. Stomach. Back. Arms. Quads.
It's almost as if my 40th birthday is figuratively right around the corner.
"External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty."
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Happy Birthday!
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