I am feeling perpetually stuffed. What do I mean by that? Well, I wish I had gone to a five star restaurant and over indulged to the point of popping, or eaten one too many of moms world famous (at least by my standards) stuffed shells. The truth is, it’s not the result of any edible collage of goodness, mom made or otherwise. My perpetually stuffed feeling is more metaphorical than anything.
In so many ways I feel fortunate to have the life I do, and the awesome people I share it with. I’ve got amazing family and friends.