Jason got a gift card to Yogurtland from his mentor (I still giggle a little
bit when I say that Jason has a mentor) at school. Well this made me
pretty much pumped because I love frozen yogurt and there are a few
fro-yo joints round these parts that are begging to be tested out. Jason was
happy to go because we had a gift card and he likes almost anything.
I was in love the minute we walked in the door. The fresh and simple
design was calling me by name, the selection of flavors was fantastic
and the sampling of toppings were perfect. Once I took the first bite
I knew that me and Yogurtland were about to be hommies for life.
(honestly the best, creamiest fro-yo ever. ever. promise.)
After we finished up and were getting ready to leave (but don't you
worry, I was plotting my quick return) I saw something so sad.
Yogurtland cheated on me.
After viewing their seamless, simple design and giving a swift
nod of approval I saw it. The swanky little harlot that has managed
to sneak her way into craft stores, book covers, wedding invitations,
clothing, business fronts, stationary, you name it.
(did I just hear "dun–dun–dun" in my ears?)
Oh no! Not Yogurtland!
Sorry dude. We had a nice run you and me, but I just can't say you're
my fave if you have three full length posters fully set in Papyrus.
I'll try to get over you.
(but not yet because we still have half of our
gift card to use and hey, I don't believe in being wasteful.)