Saturday, April 11, 2009
Where's the Peeps, peeps?
I am ill. No, not sick. Ill as in "ill as a hornet." MAD!!!
I have been to Wal-mart about 1,738 times in the past few weeks looking for Peeps. You know what I mean. Peeps, the best ever marshmallow and pure sugar jolt you could ever hope for. They are only around during Easter, all except for this Easter, apparently. All I've found on the shelves are empty boxes where the Peeps are supposed to be. Dozens and dozens of empty boxes.
I've compensated for the lack of Peeps by eating double my normal annual intake of Cadbury eggs. But that has ran its course (literally). I'm over the eggs; I need some Peeps!
Life. Why does it have to be so hard?
I have been to Wal-mart about 1,738 times in the past few weeks looking for Peeps. You know what I mean. Peeps, the best ever marshmallow and pure sugar jolt you could ever hope for. They are only around during Easter, all except for this Easter, apparently. All I've found on the shelves are empty boxes where the Peeps are supposed to be. Dozens and dozens of empty boxes.
I've compensated for the lack of Peeps by eating double my normal annual intake of Cadbury eggs. But that has ran its course (literally). I'm over the eggs; I need some Peeps!
Life. Why does it have to be so hard?
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