Alright, I found a cure to my snack attacks and it's called TCBY. After months and months of craving for my favorite frozen yogurt shop, tonight was the night! I met up with Matt after my Zumba class for the long await tasty goodness that's called "I'll have a single peanut butter soft serve in a dish with Reeses' peanut butter cup on top."
What?! You don't have peanut butter soft serve tonight? Alright, I'll settle for blueberry with granola topping. I guess I try something new. First few bites were pretty good - a little cold on the sweet tooth, but overall not bad. Hmm, that's interesting...a hair. Oh, it's probably just a fuzz from my jacket. I'm not picky - I'll just pull it out and keep eating. I've been waiting for frozen yogurt since it was still warm out. Yes, seems like forever ago. So, I pulled out the hair. Yikes, that's even more interesting...it's attached to a small black clump of something on the end.
And that about did it - my snack attacks were cured. Don't worry, this incident won't keep me away from my favorite frozen yogurt shop. But, I might just have to wait until it gets warm again.
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