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I'm in heaven--or rather I was.


Anyone who knows me knows my passion for dancing. Today, I met something that rivals dancing. Today, thanks to an introduction from some friends at work, I met Red Mango.



More specifically, original with fresh blueberries. I'm already craving more. Sigh.

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The Begay Family said…
Your too funny Andrea, and I thought you were talking about a guy! I was thinking, "Who would name their child Red Mango!"
September 12, 2008 at 2:14 PM
Andrea - said…
Karen! You came! How are you? What's new? I tried to follow you to your blog. Alas! To no avail! Blocked and password protected out. :( Too late I remembered family only...

Glad I made you smile. Please visit again.
September 12, 2008 at 6:43 PM
J+S said…
Red Mango rules.
September 17, 2008 at 9:27 AM
Angie said…
I wish I were at Red Mango right now.
September 19, 2008 at 7:55 PM
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