In case you have bad eyesight, the package of yogurt says "Pure Pleasure On the Bottom". The gears in my brain grind to a shrieking halt to consider this.
"The Bottom of What?" I ask myself, and the old lady next to me in the dairy section hurries away.
"On The Bottom of Who?" I also ask. This sort of self-talk would normally inspire a mental image either so wonderful that it will be filed under 'necessary daydream', or so horrific it will make me want to stab out my eyes with a spork. Today, I get both images, one right after the other.
Some people out there saw that package and, I am sure, had a speculative look in their eye as they placed a case or two in their cart and hurriedly left the store. You know who you are. No need to look embarrassed as long as no photographs were taken that might be published someday.
But I don't think the yogurt people were talking about anything other than the honey on the bottom of the yogurt container. At least I hope not. Because that would be...interesting. Yeah...I don't want to think about it.
Damn I've got a strange mental image that won't go away now involving Hubby and yogurt....not good for someone of my advanced years. :)
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