The ramblings of a teacher, mother, wannabe traveler, and pop culture maven.
Monday, January 31, 2011
My Egg Hell
Addiction can take many forms: alcohol, drugs, even gambling. For me, addiction manifests itself in a pastel candy shell. That's right: I'm strung out on Cadbury Mini Eggs. And to my competing joy and vexation, Mini Egg season is upon us. Yes, I tend to rush spring, but seriously, Cadbury? Must you do this to me? Easter is April 26. I bought my first Mini Eggs of the year on January 28. I would have bought them sooner, but the first time I saw them in a store, Charlotte was with me. You can't buy your stash in front of your kid--that's just wrong. (Plus, she would want some, and I can't share.) Why sell the seductive ovoid menace THREE MONTHS before the holiday it's associated with? To mess with me, that's why. So I will spend the next three months (and at least a week after that, when they'll be on clearance, DAMN YOU, RITE-AID!) sneaking around eating Mini Eggs, hoping my family won't see the true extent of my addiction. I'm not proud.
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It's ok..we all have issues we have to confront..at least you can admit it
ReplyDeleteThey say that's the first step....
ReplyDeleteHilarious! I feel your pain - I'm addicted to the Brach's pumpkins at Halloween.
ReplyDeleteEvery time I see (or eat) those pumpkins, I think of you!
ReplyDeleteI don't share either. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd you shouldn't. You have to teach your kids that nothing comes for free. ;)
ReplyDeletei work at food lion and we started putting them out january 27. the day before my birthday. Then we moved all the valentines day stuff to the front for two weeks.
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