So, we are truly living the life of luxury. We now have yogurt delivery.
Every morning at 8:03 our friendly neighborhood yogurt delivery man places this creamy treasure into a little house outside our door. I picture this man to look something like Mr. McFeeley from my childhood's favorite show: Mr. Rodgers. Anyway, I crack open the door around 8:58 and shuffle my slippered feet to our little yogurt house and find the three treasures that Ming McFeeley left for us to enjoy. It makes every morning a bit like St. Nick's - finding candy and pomegranates in socks over the fire ... finding delicious yogurt in a mini tin house.
Thank you Ming McFeeley. You are a good man.
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