Sigh

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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