So, we all are aware that Easter is Sunday. Yes, the Easter Bunny comes to our house and leaves a basket full of goodies on our door step. We color eggs the night before, gather as a family, eat until our eyeballs pop out and the kids hunt eggs. Not real eggs, the plastic ones with candy stuffed in them. You have heard me talk about how I love Easter candy, Robin Eggs, Reeses Peanut Butter and Cadbury eggs but there is one thing that freaks me out every Easter.
I cannot handle these marshmallow beasts. I am convinced they are possessed and evil. Here's my point.
Look at their faces. Pure evil. The one on the far left. He's pissed. He's wrapped up in a box with cellophane wrap, knowing he's going to be devoured by some snot nose kid on April 8th. I mean wouldn't you be ticked off knowing your are going to die a slow miserable death at the hands of a child and they won't serve any time or be punished what so ever for their crime?
Peep chicks! Look at them all lined up in a row just waiting to peck your eyes out. They are enraged that they are covered in a sugar coating dyed to celebrate the season when in fact you know they just want to be plain white, part of their nudest colony of marshmallow fluff where they don't argue back and forth who looks best pink, yellow or blue.
There's nothing adorable about them. They aren't cute. They aren't delish. My friend Betsy loves them. My other friend Rick opens the package and lets them become stale before he eats them. Me, I avoid them in the grocery store, local Target and even the mention of them send me into a cold chill of frantic. The Easter Bunny puts a package in my son's basket, but that's only to ensure that one package of the population is destroyed.
I hate these things. They scare me. Go away! I am protesting Peeps.
Happy Monday everyone, just say no to a Peep!