Dear Peanut Butter Eggs

Why do you have to be so damn good? You come out once a year, and the only place I can buy you is at the Dollar Tree. So you make me stock up with armloads of them and look like a total idiot. Then I get home and think that I'm gonna sample just a little bite of one, but noooooo...you're so good I end up gobbling up the whole thing at one sitting.

As the old commercial says...I Can't Believe I Ate The Whooole Thing!

It was worth every fat cell it put on my butt though...