You know you've grown up when, in the third week of January, it finally snows, and your response is not "YAY SNOW!!" but rather, "er, dammit." You can blame it on a good many different things: for me, it makes my hand, and nearly all my joints ache, it flares my back up, it house-bounds my dog, and I don't want the outside cats to have to deal with
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