Spaghetti Brain

Sunday, March 30, 2008
My plate is full. The spaghetti that is my brain and my life is now spilling off the edge of my plate. I realized this today while trying to find a place to park near Kayak’s Coffee. I couldn’t find a parking place, tried to turn into a small street, misjudged the curb, and had to do a 3 point turn on a major road, while my friend Heather tried to figure out what in the world was happening. A car was coming towards us, and I immediately thanked God for making them an alert driver. When I finally turned in, I sat there with tears in my eyes, and said, "My spaghetti brain is full." She asked if there was a meatball to go with my spaghetti...