TCBY

I talked on the phone with friend Ken, drove and ate a fabulous TCBY yogurt today after contemplating spending thousands of dollars on new appliances. I put multi-tasking (a phrase I loathe) to shame.

Finding TCBY yogurt near the appliance store was fortuitous serendipity. (As was getting home tonight and realizing that there were enough leftovers for the children to have dinner without having to cook those pork chops in the meat drawer.)

I had a LARGE, white CHOCOLATE mousse and peanut BUTTER yogurt and it was FABulous. mug, mug, mug. There should be many more TCBY yogurt shops conveniently located for me to have this treat more often.

I remember being in front of a the TCBY yogurt shop in Austin with my old friend Linda during an odd time in my life when I was strangely disconnected from my core group of pals. They had all moved to NYC and I was still in Austin. TCBY was very close to Amy's Ice Creams and it was heresy to have any kind of frozen dessert that wasn't Amy's Ice Creams. So, when I went to TCBY I donned a mouse-y brown wig and a pair of cat eye glasses. On the day I remember so vividly, Linda and I got our yogurt and did cheers in front of the store. We practiced Tigers and Susies (cheerleader jumps) in front of the plate glass window. I must have been 22? 23? I can't imagine. My body wouldn't be so obedient today. Even if I wanted to risk such humiliation, I don't think I could jump and leap that way. It's sort of sad to reckon with that...