Where our heroine realizes she's allergic to Easton, and bitches about the ass coffee
Been visiting the family in good 'ol Schnecksville, Pennsyltucky (and for those of you who think I'm makign that town name up, I only wish I were) for 3 days now. Aside from the fact that my father won't stop whistling the theme from The Adams Family and the fact that thier coffee tastes like burnt wood chips with some ass thrown in for flavoring, so far so good.
I've been hanging out with the family, and even some friends who I haven't seen in a year or more, which is great. It never ceases to amaze me how strange the Lehigh Valley seems to me now when I come back.... it has changed alot since I grew up here, but even the things that are the same just seem wierd to me now.
Okay, well I'm off to sneak out to find some real coffee, and maybe take the dog for a walk since it's so nice outside. The windows are all open, and I'm wearing a teeshirt in January.... it's almost too much for my Buffalo-livin' mind to handle.
:)
I've been hanging out with the family, and even some friends who I haven't seen in a year or more, which is great. It never ceases to amaze me how strange the Lehigh Valley seems to me now when I come back.... it has changed alot since I grew up here, but even the things that are the same just seem wierd to me now.
Okay, well I'm off to sneak out to find some real coffee, and maybe take the dog for a walk since it's so nice outside. The windows are all open, and I'm wearing a teeshirt in January.... it's almost too much for my Buffalo-livin' mind to handle.
:)