How ironic it is, that on one of the coldest days of the year, with wind gusts up to 45 miles per hour & snow falling, me sitting here in my flannel pajamas, sipping lemon zinger tea trying to breathe from the congestion in my head that seems to have come from out of nowhere. I get the Victoria's Secret Swim Suit catalog in the mail. I'm sure that to some healthy woman out there who is getting ready to go on some exotic cruise, where the weather is 180 degrees different from what I am experiencing here, is ecstatic over the arrival of this timely catalog. However to me, it seems like some cruel joke!! BLAH!!!
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