Gretchen always hits her wall at a mile when we we're out on the Tobacco trail. The frequent grunts of exhaustion and repetitive complaining always make exercising with her a delight.
Well, there is no way mine would even make it a mile. Oh and I wish I could say my packing and getting ready to move was going better for you but instead I avoid even beginning. I know it will end up being a couple days of all nighters and we are still hoping that by some minor miracle we may sell our place :) oh the joys...
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Well, there is no way mine would even make it a mile. Oh and I wish I could say my packing and getting ready to move was going better for you but instead I avoid even beginning. I know it will end up being a couple days of all nighters and we are still hoping that by some minor miracle we may sell our place :) oh the joys...
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