I got an expected and early Easter gift. A solid milk chocolate Easter bunny hopped into a basket and landed on my doorstep.
I shouldn’t eat milk chocolate because it contains lactose (although dark chocolate is fine.) It isn’t that I don’t like milk chocolate. Large quantities of milk chocolate don’t always like me. Sad face.
Refusing the gift from Hershey would be rude and a crime against chocolate.
Let me be clear. I go out of my way not to commit crimes. I just do not have the time for such a time consuming hobby like that. There’s the plotting. And the sneaking. Eventually there is the running from the investigators of the eight thousand CSI shows out there. I do not want to even think about the awful cheap hotels that I would stay in while on the lam! Shudder.
Not to mention, it always ends in a new wardrobe of black and white stripy pajamas and let me tell you I look horrible in horizontal stripes.