nothing in my nutsack

for those of you that know me, i've recently found enjoyment in yogurt. well, if you count within the past year as recent. before, i used to think of yogurt as nothing other than maybe a cup of man goo with a little flavor sprinkled in. don't get me wrong, i love a cup of man goo as much as the next guy, i was of the mind that i simply wasn't going to put that crap in my mouth for breakfast.

but then i was tempted by the wife one night while she was eating some strawberry. she referenced it tasting like a strawberry shake, which i just happen to love. so what the hell. i dove in. i loved it. i maxed out strawberry over the next month and needed to move on to other flavors. i'm hooked. if not every day, at least 4-5 times a week type hooked. i can't get enough of it.

so i get excited when my brand, dannon light 'n fit, starts running a promotion to win shit. i'm 100% about winning shit, especially when i don't have to do much else than continue on my particular habits. so i rack up a couple weeks worth of lids - probably 9 in all - and venture to the website to enter.

what the fuck? i feel like i'm totally emasculated. what kind of prizes are those? a fucking manicure or flowers for 3rd place prizes? what the hell am i going to do with a new spring outfit? match the purse to my bowling shoes? oh wait - i get a new pair of shoes with that. damn it if i don't hate yogurt now.

so i take a week off from eating yogurt. and when i hop back on that train again this morning - like a dumbass i have to trek to the site to see if i won. what a schmuck i am.

maybe i wouldn't be complaining if i won something. i could use a day at the spa these days.