Is buying stock in frozen peas and pizza an option around here because I'll be needing them both most definitely.
And, yes, it's because I have gracefully tumbled front ways, backwards, sideways, and probably diagonally since the terrain change. Snow =/= Sand. Crisp waves and salt water =/= slick ice patches of utter death.
Even my expert-level agility and ninja-like reflexes are having some difficult adapting, and Peter, hi roommate, I think I found a sweatshirt of yours and I borrowed it because it's effing cold. Sorry for the dog hair when I return it.