Living in Central PA has it’s perks:  beautiful seasons (cannot wait for leaves to start changing), close proximity to NY, Philly, & DC but with the quiet charm of suburbs, and just recently we got something that had been missing.  And now they’re popping up all over the place.

Much to the dismay of my efforts to shape up before my beach trip in two weeks.  But whatever, it will probably (hopefully) be too cold to swim by then anyways.

We’ve had two frozen yogurt cafes around now for a few months, and I just finally got around to checking out Bamboo.  It was everything I’d hoped it would be an more.  After some shopping with the biff we decided to continue our day of face-stuffing and finally indulge.   Which is always a great plan after buying new skinny jeans from the Gap that you, just moments ago, poured yourself into.  Whatever, it was totally worth it.  Salted Caramel Pretzel?  Um, YES.  Needless to say I will be returning.   Probably more frequently than I’d like to admit.

I also finally finished watching the series, Six Feet Under (ps I just wrote “Sex Feet Under” haha) and HOLY SH*T.

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You guys.  This is the best show I’ve ever watched.  Like.  Ever.  I was sobbing for almost 2 hours after the finale, I even had to go talk to Brandon to help calm me down.  It totally wasn’t the wine either.  It was hands-down the best series finale I’ve ever seen, and I don’t give that title away lightly.  (I even wrote that on Facebook so you know it must be true.)  If you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend you check it out.  If only so we can talk about it since everyone else watched it like 10 years ago when it was current.  Hey, I’m a late bloomer.

Also, I should tell you I just watched the last 10 minutes of the finale again on You Tube and maybe/definitely cried again.  I obviously have issues.  You know what’s good for that?  It’s frozen and it rhymes with shmyogurt.

PS: Happy 35th Anniversary to my amazing Mom & Dad- you inspire me every day and I am so lucky to have you both as parents <3