House is a pit. Kids are running around like wild urchins. I have two sutured holes in my belly. The Prosecco I bought at Jewel is awful. The bands on Ryan Seacrest suck. But it’s all good. I’m having a great time. (Two glasses of bad Prosecco kind of make you not care).
Good job, married to decent guy, nice kids, money in the bank, lots of friends, and I’m reasonably healthy (will be more so after stitches heal). I’m better off than 98% of the world.
Happy New Year. Namaskar.
(BTW: Feel The Bern in 2016!)