I’m about to venture out of the house, fully showered and embracing the world, for the first time in ten whole days. Like make-up, perfume and my own clothes, instead of boxers shorts, gauze and a whole lotta stinky. Whoa. I think our 650 square feet are slowly closing in on me, and I can’t take one more repeat on HGTV. Never, EVER, thought it could happen. If you’ve missed anything in the past 10 days, call me and I tell you if the repeat is worth watching. Trust me, I know. Oh, and don’t waste your time with Constance Ramos…she’s just okay for me.
So why the big trip after all this time caged inside like a zoo cat? For the beloved Portillo’s Cake Shake. Cake Shake you say? That’s right - it’s a delectable chocolate milkshake, with a chocolate fudge cake mixed in. Literally. Like you can take bites of the yummy fudge happiness they call a cake - right from the milkshake cup. OMG. Friends, let me just say…Delish. Logan acted like I was a nummy b/c I’d never heard of one before. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed in myself. I mean, finding out that I’ve missed out on 27 whole years of possible cake shake enjoying opportunities just sickens me. And to think I call myself a chocolate connoisseur…Pathetic.
Off to chocolate heaven now 
