I'm jammed full of class.

*drools slightly at this image*

I know this will come as a shock to several people, but...

There is still Easter eggs in the house. *Hears the collective gasp*

So, of course, I found it my duty to consume them. Several of them. In one go. No surprise there, I know.

After this, I decided to do some food shopping. After two hours of mindlessly shoving the trolley around (and considering the length of time one would receive in prison for ramming all the irritatingly small children who clearly should not be let out during school holidays, if ever), I arrived at the cashier. This was the moment Chef chose to ask, particularly loudly, over a distance of approximately the entire supermarket, what all the brown goop was all over my posterior.

Yep, that's right. I'd walked around for two hours in a heavily crowded area with melted chocolate stains all over my butt, and thoughtfully, no one had told me. Sexy, no?