Two weeks ago I happened by a Laura Secord chocolate store and thought I’d surprise my hubby by giving him some foil-wrapped chocolate eggs for Easter. Of course, I knew they would have to be dark chocolate so that I wouldn’t be tempted to eat them — I’m not really that big on dark chocolate. I know it’s supposed to be healthier than milk chocolate, but honestly, who buys chocolate to be healthy? Anyway, I bought the dark chocolate foil-wrapped eggs in a tiny yellow Laura Secret cardboard box and that was that.

As if. I ended up eating every last one of those eggs within a week (okay, fine, less than a week). I mean, once I started on them, I could hardly give hubby half a box, am I right?

Plan B: I’m at the Bulk Barn to purchase my protein powder and notice that the milk chocolate foil-wrapped chocolate eggs are on sale. I’d buy double — fill up the yellow cardboard box (hopefully Mike wouldn’t notice the “dark chocolate” label, and have some for me. A win-win as they say.

Well, you know where this is going, right? It’s the day before Easter and there’s nary a chocolate egg in sight. I can’t begin to imagine who could have eaten them all, but what can I do? Report it to the Easter Bunny? It’s not like I have an alibi.

Maybe I should write a story about it. Call it The Case of the Missing Chocolate Easter Eggs. Kinda has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?