The hidden dangers of Frozen Yogurt

You know you have a problem when you have more Menchie's spoons than real spoons....
it's not my fault they look soooooooo cute.

Anyway, I came home with Menchies one day ( If you don't know, Menchie's is the abso-freaking-lutely most cutest frozen yogurt shop... It's sooo colorful, and there are chalkboards to draw on while you eat... it's the best. Plus, everything is really nicely labeled, with allergy information and whether or not it's kosher clearly marked. Isn't that nice?) with some fro yo, and my mother looked at me and said,
   "I'd better give you the smileage card. I have a feeling you might be going there a lot."
Well no, it can be a little expensive if you're not careful, and there's no better way to pack on the calories then frozen dairy products. But the problem is...
 It's MENCHIES.
  When I get off work, I'm hot, tired, and usually hungry. This is especially problematic when my shift ends in the middle of the afternoon. I have just spent the day hearing little children asking their mothers for Menchie's after they finish shopping, seeing happy people walking past the store with Menchie's bowls of frozen yogurt. And then, when I exit the store, I look both ways before I cross the street, and then...
 There it is. The bright, colorful, cute menchie's store is right there in my peripheral vision.
Menchie's couldn't pay for better subliminal messaging.

The question is, will I be able to survive a summer of seeing Menchie's every day (Well, almost every day...) and not buying it all the time? The good thing is that usually my wallet is stronger than my stomach, but only time will tell..

Also, this has nothing to do with Menchie's (Or does it???) But fresh mango tastes soooo good. Yum. I am eating slices while typing this.

Just so you guys get to know what I deal with:

How could you say no to that face? That, my friends, is the face of a cold-hearteed (No pun intended) evil genius who knows how to get you to give him millions of dollars for his delicious yogurt....

Love and Sparkles,
Kayla