This has been my summer of three weddings (including mine) and a funeral. Lots of laughing, lots of crying, lots of family, and LOTS of eating and drinking. It's been insane.
Celebration after celebration of life, and perhaps I took the liberty of overindulging. Just a little. OK, I basically spent months shoveling/pouring whatever I wanted into my maw with a devil may care attitude. And now the devil has reaped his revenge by cursing me with what I can only describe as a not-quite-immaculately conceived wine and cheese belly. I feel bloated. Like a tick.
Celebration after celebration of life, and perhaps I took the liberty of overindulging. Just a little. OK, I basically spent months shoveling/pouring whatever I wanted into my maw with a devil may care attitude. And now the devil has reaped his revenge by cursing me with what I can only describe as a not-quite-immaculately conceived wine and cheese belly. I feel bloated. Like a tick.
