You Are What You Eat

I have had Chobani Greek Yogurt every morning for breakfast for the past three weeks.

I'm obsessed. This stuff is delicious.

Funny Story

Matt and I go to Costco every Friday to go stock up on this stuff. One day they were out. I looked everywhere. We were so upset . . . Crazy upset. As we were about to give up and leave, I spotted some pallets of Chobani stocked behind the hotdogs and screamed with excitement. The frozen cups of heaven were so far back in the freezer, there was no way of getting to them without asking an employee for help. There was no one in sight. We couldn't leave Costco without them. Matt took the initiative to be the hero and climb through the hotdogs with me holding his feet so he wouldn't fall through the freezer. It took about 10 minutes of him trying to peel through the industrial strength saran wrap with his freshly manicured nails. I wonder what people were thinking . . .

After a while of me holding up Matt's legs, a tall, dark, and curious man walked up to us and yelled behind his shoulder, "Sweetie! I found the Chobani!" With no luck Matt finally gave up and came out of the freezer. We let the tall, dark, and curious man give it a shot too. Still no luck. Finally we grabbed an employee who had to climb to the very top of the pallet and get us out our delicious obsession. Poor guy, it took him forever. We left happy.

Funny thing is we see the tall, dark, and curious man (and his wife and kids) every single time we go to Costco. Matt and I call them Mr. and Mrs. Chobani, or "The Chobani's".

We smile at them every time we see them. They have no idea who we are. They think we're psycho.