What I wouldn't give for a personal masseuse for after the Half Marathon.
What I wouldn't give for a day off today when it's supposed to surpass 70 degrees.
What I wouldn't give for the slight ability to tan.
But then, what I wouldn't want to give up would be my inherent nature to preserve my skin in it's delicate fashion and not like look like a Real Housewives of Orange County/baseball mitt.
What I wouldn't give for the chance to sleep in since Mr. Wookie doesn't have to be at work until Noon. This blogger'll be in at 7am. In a suit.
What I wouldn't give for the ability to Mary-Poppins-snap my clothes clean.
What I wouldn't give for a few more running shirts.
What I wouldn't give for a stomach that was content at one bowl of Cheerios.
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