Ode to YS

Dear Yogurt Stop,

I am at your place way too much. Pretty sure every weekend. Sometimes twice in one weekend. I have probably spent about 400 dollars on you in the past couple years (gross), and that doesn't include when Jake partakes. Jake is a normal person and only endulges in you like once or twice a month. Why are you doing this to me? Is this an addiction? Do you secretly put something in your yogurt (or maybe cookie dough?) that is set to make me crave you every 7 days? Or maybe you implanted a magnet in my head one time while I was there and I am drawn to you. I think one day when you go out of business...knock on wood...I might have a mental break down then my body will go into withdrawls. Curse that day. I wasn't too fond of your treats while pregnant, but the wrath has returned. Guess what, sometimes when Jake is out of town I even visit you alone with Austin. And let's not even BEGIN to talk about how the nice employees there know me and probably think "wow"every time I walk in. I am a sucker. Once there was a time when Jandie and I would visit you on Wednesday nights, then again on the weekend. Holy cow. But I am super grateful you are not Cold Stone because I would be huge by now. And Yogurt Stop, you are one lucky shop because guess what mofo...I like to run. I have to run extra because of you though, you stupid. But thanks I guess for being fat free I guess. The toppings don't help though. One time I scared Bill because of all my combinations I put into my cup. Your fresh fruit doesn't amuse me. I go straight to the bad stuff. *sigh* Well I guess I'll see ya this weekend, old pal. Please have Oreo, that's Jake's favorite and you never have it.

Signed,
Your Most Valued Customer