Hi. My name is Deb and I live in Hell. When I left for the gym this morning (if you can believe that), it was fourteen degrees BELOW ZERO. The shovelers had neglected to clear my sidewalk which meant I trudged through high snow to my car where the windshield wouldn't accept a proper scraping so I had to just sit and wait while the defrost tried to fix the problem. Slowly. Then I drove to the gym and worked out. Could there be a worse way to start the day?
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Poor Baby,
It can't be too tough because you only have one step and ten feet of side walk to worry about.
Man, how come my own dad won't support me in my excessive complaining about the weather? Sheesh.
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