And I really did look up & down the aisle for a smaller bag. What Barbara neglected to mention was that I had gone out specifically to see if the supermarket had kamut, which was an option in a bread recipe that we are going to make. Well, I am mostly going to make it, since I’m learning to bake bread so we can have something other than eating & doing dishes in common in the kitchen.

So I am already trying to make her happy. And she asked for chocolate ice cream, which I got her (Haagen Dazs.)

On top of that, I decided to get the Cadbury eggs, because I know they are her favorite.

So that’s not one, not two, but THREE ways I was trying to make my beloved happy.

And what do I get?

Complaints.

I mean, usually, no guy in the world would be unhappy when his beloved exclaims, “That’s so huge!” But, apparently, it can be too big, and there I was, trying to bring Barbara seasonal joy, and instead making her pout. And complain.

O, the humanity.

Harumph.

I am not complaining. I am telling a humorous anectdote.

I think it is funny.

I do indeed intend to eat them. When Morganna is here. And when we are moving–because helping to heft and tote big ole bunches of stuff will help burn some of the kilocalories contained in that gianormous purple bag.

And, btw. I love my husband.

Did I neglect to mention that? I love him, because he brings me chocolate.

And he doesn’t complain when I gain weight from eating it.

And because he is cute.

And he plays pretty music.

And other reasons.

*sigh*

I also want the Cadbury creme eggs of my youth – the runny ones.

I wish you the best in appreciating this bag of goodies your way!

Which is a good thing, since otherwise we don’t have Spring here in Canada until May.

I like the gooey ones with yolks. In the old days when I had small children and we watched some tv, my then-small son was very taken with the ad which showed a rabbit making chicken noises and laying a Cadbury egg. He then (and we now) call them ‘the bawking eggs’.

I only buy them one at a time.