Best. Candy. Ever.

It's that time of the year again. From the second Valentine's Day candy has been whisked away to somewhere I don't want to know about, until that Easter Bunny makes a visit to my house sometime in March or April, my waistband is in despair. All because of a solid milk chocolate inside of a crisp sugar shell. Why? Why, Cadbury? Why must you do this to me?



I can't be completely mad though. At least Cadbury has an idea about this nation's obesity problem, and has made the moral decision to make this a seasonal candy that can only be purchased for about a month and a half.

Conor broke the seal last night and purchased a bag of the goods. We haven't opened it yet, and I think it's haunting me. Everywhere I go in the apartment I either see it or smell it. "Just one, Cheryl. You know you want to."

It's a good thing I don't drink or do drugs.