I microwaved my yoghurt this morning.

For well over a minute.

It was bubbling by the time I thought “How much time is left on the microwave? Wait… why is my yoghurt in the microwave???”

It was that delicious lemon flavoured mediterranean stuff. If you haven’t tried it, you should. It’s heaven. But after the microwave, the texture went all wrong. I had to throw it away.

And I was very sad and confused. Perfect Husband hugged me and kept a remarkably straight face, and drew me a bath with rose petals in it.

But I still wanted my damn yoghurt.