Tonight I discovered Goat’s Milk Yogurt. It’s dreamy.
Dear Sour Cream,
I think we need to start seeing other people.
I don’t know…I’m sooooo into him, but every once in a while I just think, “OMG, this was squeezed out of a goat.”
Dear Goat’s Milk Yogurt,
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Where you come from makes you who you are. And I love who you are. Except I’m kind of pissed you read my diary.
Oh who am I kidding — I can’t stay mad at you.