Sunday, April 3, 2011

Peeps Ahoy!

Peepin' heck - look at all the Peeps I got in the mail yesterday!


They were sent all the way from Seattle from a very special friend who took pity on my Peep-less run-up to Easter - which, as you might remember, I complained about last year.  I couldn't wait to dig into the marshmallow-y treats, but obviously had to take some pics of my treasure trove of Peeps to share with you, dear readers, before tucking in:


Aren't they beautiful in all their pastel-rainbow glory?  No?  Are you British, then?  Because they simply wouldn't have played a role in your childhood if you are.  I, however, spent many a Easter-holiday in a family friend's backyard hunting for eggs with baskets featuring cellophane grass, Peeps, and other American goodies.

John was not impressed.  "That's a lot of boxes," he commented.  "You'd better eat them all, otherwise they'll go off," he said, inspecting the sell-by-date closely.  "Oh never mind, they don't go off until 2012.  Don't open them all then," he instructed.  I didn't understand how someone could be so cold in the presence of such adorable candies.  "Don't you want any?" I asked, my eyes still shining (and nearly brimming with tears from joy), mesmerized by the beautiful Peeps display before me.  He wrinkled his nose.  "Um, no thanks," he said, walking off.  I received a similar reaction from Bindy this morning when I extended the great privilege of sharing my Peeps treats with her.  "Yeah, I'm not just not that impressed with them," she said, shrugging.

Okay, whatever.  I'll just bask in Peeps-heaven by myself then.  Thanks, Holly!
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