Thinking

So Full....

Owwwwwww. I'm so full... As is typical, my Jewish mother just overfed me. Yes, portion control is not one of their strong suits. There should be an acronym for this experience. Like instead of DOMS (delayed onset muscle soreness) there's DOSS (delayed onset stomach soreness). Food was so good. She mixed my Ukrainian Jewish heritage (borscht) with French brie, bread and pate. For dessert- American cherry cobbler.

Side note and unrelated. I asked my mom to please wake me up from a half hour nap because I couldn't figure out how to work the alarm they put in my room. An hour later, my dad came in my room to wake me up. I checked my phone and noticed that my mom actually called my cell in order to wake me up. Um. Yeah.

Ponderings