OK, I'm listening to Blake Shelton and having a mild moment of regret: there's no Fannie May here! I'd assumed that anywhere east of the Mississippi would have one.
(For those of you from the West Coast, Fannie May is like See's, but better).
But no: there's only one in Florida, about 250 miles away. After that, the closest one is in Indiana, which is, obviously, nowhere even close to here.
It's even sadder - in that mild "sadface" way - because all the Easter candy will go on sale tomorrow. Not that I wasn't amply provided with yummies by the SO, but it would have been fun to go there.
On a brighter note, I had a really yummy Easter brunch at the hotel down the street. I threw on the one dress I'd packed, just to be polite, and I'm glad I did; there were some very-well-turned-out Easter churchgoers there!
Sunday, April 8, 2012
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