I finished reading a short story about the death of Jayne Mansfield, and I didn't shudder.
I walked to a meeting in -27 degree Celcius and arrived there without crying. Then I lost my boots.
I made chicken soup from scratch and left it on the counter to cool; then I tasted it and it was so delicious I ate it cold.
I sat in my papasan with a copy of the catalogue from Victorian Trading Company, and I didn't actually place an order, although I did go back several times to this offer, and this one, and that: