Trust me, it’s not as complicated as I just made it sound.
In any case, hers was the first Easter-themed Sinful Sunday of the year – which gave me time to come up with a not at all original response for the weekend itself.
The younger me would be incredibly proud of the image above; Caramel Eggs would have completely covered my teenaged breasts, yet now they barely conceal what little modesty I’m trying to maintain.
I can also now confirm that it’s very difficult to pose for photographs holding chocolate eggs without them melting everywhere. I had to eat them straight after taking these. It was the only tidy, grown up, responsible thing to do.
Who else is playing this weekend? Click on the kiss: