So, Harold doesn't like yogurt.
Not at all.
Me, I don't mind it so much.
As you can imagine, it's the one thing that we fight over constantly. To tell the truth, when we were on a break recently, it was due solely because I told Harold that yogurt was the aweseomest awesome stuff in all the awesome world.
We didn't talk to each other for two years.
In the end, I apologized and we reconciled.
Of course, none of that is true... except for how Harold feels about yogurt.
He really does hate the stuff.
I, one hundred percent, legitimately would rather sit next to a used litter box than an open yogurt container.