I broke a tradition; well, actually, I did not break the tradition, the man that I live with, who will remain nameless, broke this tradition. It’s a big one folks and I can only hope that the victim of this broken tradition can forgive me!
You see, every year, Resees makes a miniature peanut butter egg, covered in a hard chocolate shell, and they only come out once a year during Easter. One year, my little roommate, Jennifer, and I discovered these delightfully delicious creations…and we ate the entire bag…in one night…in an hour…OK, it was half an hour!
WHAT?!?! They’re just like M&Ms! You can’t tell me you’ve never eaten an entire bag of M&Ms! Stop the judging!
Then, after that one delicious Easter, the Resees eggs disappeared, much to our horror, never to be seen again!
We were so sad…so velly, velly sad.
Then, one Easter, a few years later, the Resees eggs reappeared!
JOY TO THE WORLD!
I quickly bought a bag and gave it to Jennifer, which would be the start of the tradition.
This year, I bought two bags of the tasty treat; one, to take to my Mom’s on Easter and the other one being for Jennifer.
Herein lies the problem…I live with someone who loves this Easter creation almost as much as my little roommate, Jennifer does and this man…er, mouse, had heartbroken taste buds when we left my Mom’s house on Easter with out any of the Reeses candies that we had arrived with. This mouse, who inhabits my dwelling, early Monday morning, unbeknown st to me, opened and munched on the Reeses Peanut Butter Eggs… that were for Jennifer!
OH FOR SHAME!
I need to say it again.
OH FOR SHAME!
I noticed this as soon as I went home for lunch; so I immediately rushed to Wal-Mart to purchase another bag but…but…but, Wal-Mart was out of them! “HOW CAN THIS BEEEE,” I screamed! “NOOOOOO,” I moaned, as I dropped to my knees in the middle of the Easter Clearance aisle, all of my hopes and dreams of fulfilling the tradition gone, vanished! I was surrounded by vicious and malicious bargain hunters who didn’t care one bit about the trauma that was unfolding right in front of them. They only cared about purchasing left over Easter paraphernalia at a discounted price…it was almost as bad as the day after Thanksgiving, the pushing, shoving, shouting, crying. Pitiful folks, it was pitiful!
As I started to stand up again, I whimpered softly to myself, “I would have paid full price…sniff, sniff…I would have paid full price…”
Maybe someday I will explore why all of my holidays have a commercial candy associated with them…CELEBRATE DOES NOT MEAN FOOD, MISSY! Bah-humbug!
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