93 days and the counting is over.

I ate an m&m today.  It was a peanut m&m.  Someone put a sandwich bag of them in my sock drawer.  Yeah, I wear socks occasionally. 

I'm guessing it's the only other person in our home old enough to shop at the commissary. 

Perhaps it was because I begged him to "bring home a bag of Cadbury mini eggs or maybe one of those Cadbury orange creme filled eggs."

So anyways, the sad part?  I couldn't taste it.