This year is different. I just had a baby, and I'm still pretty much house bound. Knowing the mini eggs are out there, and not having easy access to them is enough to bring on anxiety, shaking, and a little bit of panic. And then today, my friend Sharon dropped by, mini eggs in hand, and suddenly the world seemed a little brighter. I've gotten maybe 4 hours of sleep in the last 48, so I'm thinking a little sugar and caffeine is not an entirely bad idea. I may actually survive the next 48 hours now. This same friend was informed the other day that some lady had come in to Albertsons, and bought out all the mini eggs they had. I had to stop for a minute and make sure it wasn't me. But alas, I had no mini eggs. Some other poor soul out there is as addicted as I am.
I may miss out this year- no stocking up for Easter, no stashing for the dark days ahead when they disappear again. It may throw off my whole year, I can't say for sure. As for the rest of you mobile, rested folk, grab a bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs and think of me. And of course, I'll be accepting any left overs.