rapid-fire getaway

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Last week I ran away for 24 hours to forget about the world......well, with a few other people. Mom, Fern, Tammy, and I went to Slippery Rock, PA to stay at a bed and breakfast. It only took a few hours to get out there. We ate at the coolest place called (if I remember right!) The North Country Brewing Co. Very loud and hip---and the dip was amazing! The town was a college town but was very small. You can blink and drive right through it. Very cool and hip though. The next day after ordering our breakfast from an 84 year old lady who's cooked there for 30 years...we headed over to the Grove City outlets for a little shopping. Then we headed on to the small hamlet of Volant...quaint shops and such. I have to say though, that living in Berlin we are definitely spoiled. We've seen all the cool shops and more! We did have a nice relaxing panini sitting on an outside deck by the river. I also made a record by buying three different chapsticks at three different shoppes.......you can never be without enough varieties of chapstick!

When all was said and done, even with the side trip hunting for $1.50 bras in the Akron Gabe's, we were gone for a grand total of 24 hours! Hard to believe you can get all that done in that amount of time. 40th birthdays only come once a lifetime and if you can't run away when it happens then you haven't lived!

By the way...40 doesn't come until October.....

And we did find bras.....and they were 50% off.....a whole .75 paid for bras from Lane Bryant! hahahaha

Also, I have no pictures of this little getaway.....it seems my eldest thought taking pictures of Cedar Point (her 2nd time this summer) was a bit more important..... hmmm..... maybe it's time to lay down the law! LOL

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Tina said…
that sounds so wonderful and good find on the 75 cent bras!
T
August 18, 2008 at 4:44 AM
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