yogurt blues

I've had a couple different Monday's this week.

Today's demonstrated my increasingly strained relationship with yogurt.

I really like yogurt. It's a relatively healthy, fairly tasty and very easy breakfast food that helps me make it to lunch. I started eating yogurt before I discovered Burn Notice, but that didn't stop friends from assuming my fascination with yoplait was associated with Michael Weston.

Yoplait, though, seems to have lost it's fascination with me. In Februrary my mother got 20 of them in one of those killer sales that comes by now and then. I did my best to eat them all, but then there was the unpleasant morning when i opened my yogurt at work and (without looking too closely at it) skimmed the yogurt off the foil lid and popped it into my mouth.

I seriously wondered if I would ever eat yogurt again. Because fuzzy yogurt is not an easy taste to get out of your mouth.

The remaining 6 little individual containers sat on the shelf in my fridge until my Yankee heart gave in and I threw them out unopened. I didn't want to know.

It happened again today.

No fuzz this time. Just...the flavor...such a memorable flavor. This time I really don't think the yogurt is justified in going bad. The "sell by" date (which, by the way, is printed/embossed in the best possible way to be inscrutable) is not until next week--what gives, yoplait? Are you trying to dump me?

Wildly Unrelated: I bought a mimosa, Can't wait to post a picture!

Just for tonight

Just for tonight I felt like the star of a romanticomedy in the opening montage. I came home to my condo and struggled my entire load of loot (I went shopping on the way home) in by myself and dumped my purse on the floor as soon as I walked in. Then I put on my “music” (tonight that translates to radio theater) and set to work on my little projects around the condo while I defrosted dinner.

And then I took some time to blog.

Here's some of why I've been so quiet lately:

Weddingish

Getting engaged just a few short weeks before your housemate's wedding is exciting. Especially when you're the maid of honor (and other half of the brain) and you're looking at a destination wedding (for family reasons) only 6 months from now. Oh yeah, and your fiance has a two hour commute, is in a grad program, and lives 25 minutes away. (All things considered, I've seen worse: he's not overseas, or halfway across the country.)

This week, though, is crunch week for H's wedding.

The first wave of family has already arrived, now favors need to be worked on, dresses tweaked, and programs folded; and I'm trying to download all the logistical information from H's brain onto sticky notes so that; 1) I know what's going on, 2) it doesn't get lost in the Bridal Equivalent of the Blue Screen of Death. ;-)

Stick notes: The Bridal External Harddrive.

And on a related note: After browsing various bridal bloggers for the past 2 weeks, I have decided that I will most assuredly not be blogging every aspect of the planning process. Posting everything from dress choices to possible decorations, invitations, etc. strikes me as just a little strange (then again, a great deal of the blogosphere does). I imagine some stories will make it out but while wedding planning can get all consuming, mine won't. I refuse.