Too much this weekend. I am happily tired, but tired nonetheless. And I feel like I will never need to eat or drink again (yeah... right).
Too much sangria on Saturday at Thanksgiving dinner at my landlords' place.
Too much turkey and trimmings, a very good meal with nice people.
Too much wine with turkey and trimmings.
Too much effort to tune into the predominantly French conversation at dinner, even though 60% of the attendees were American.
Too much cheese.
Too much pie.
Too much insomnia after turkey dinner, which is strange considering turkey, sangria and wine should have knocked me right out.
Too much fun Sunday having friends over for lunch, with champagne (thank you, friends!), wine, and more cheese. And dessert.
The only thing I never seem to have too much of, is time with Georges. There is no such thing as "too much" Georges.
