One hour was all I could wait until I started eating my Easter Egg this morning. I confess the accompanying chocolate bars were gone yesterday. Last night Pete reminded me I'm a big girl (no pun intended) and that I could eat them whenever I wanted when I asked his opinion as to whether or not he thought it was ok not to wait until today. The joys of being an adult! No one tells you to wait until Sunday to devour your Easter Egg! Happy Easter!
