Most of my weekend was pretty uneventful. No men. No sex. My usual “therapy” session with my friend Crystal who is trying to figure me out and “fix” me. No partying. No going out. Just lazy weekend stuff. I woke up Saturday at 5:20 am because my son, Mel, had gone to an all night skate. It ended at 6am and I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t late getting him. As I was walking shoeless to the car, my phone lit up with an Instagram notification. It was from The Tomato Head and it was a picture that I had posted on my IG of their yogurt on the most recent day of yogurt happiness, which was last month. They tagged me with the photo credit and then referenced their blog. I got in the car and hauled ass to the skating rink so I would have time to read it before Mel was ready to go. I was already ecstatic that they were going to have yogurt and then I was immediately deflated because I had given the last of my money to Mel to go skating. This week was rent week and since I am no good with money, I didn’t budget the last couple weeks accordingly and had to basically put my whole check on rent. I will budget better from now on or at least I will try. My daughter saved the day and gave me yogurt money because sometimes she is the adult and I am the child. Anyway, I started reading and the whole blog was about yogurt….. and me. It was basically calling me a psychopath and a lunatic and a little nuts, but in a good way (I think). You can read the Yogurt Blog here. Immediately I wanted to meet whoever wrote this blog, because it was pretty freaking hilarious. I heard that it may have been the manager, but that story hasn’t been corroborated yet.
As always, the yogurt was delicious. I know that I could learn to make my own yogurt and I wouldn’t have to rely on stalking, and threatening, and being clever with pen and paper. I could save everybody the trouble of being sucked into my yogurt shenanigans, but seriously, where is the fun in that? There is none. So, I ate my little bowl of happiness and although I can’t be sure, I think what this blog is saying is that there will be yogurt once a month from now on. So, you’re welcome.
I also heard through the grapevine that I am kind of a yogurt hero, because all the staff love the yogurt and they get really happy when it’s there too. I also heard that they had put some to the side just for me in case they sold out. They wanted to make sure there was enough for me to get my bowl. Is that not the most awesome thing you’ve ever heard? I almost felt famous. Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world, even though I did get there a little later than usual because I went to work Saturday morning. But it all turned out in the end. I had my yogurt and all was right in the world.