Peeps!

Everyone has some type of guilty pleasure, and one of mine just happens to be Peeps. There was nothing better than having to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn for Sunrise Service knowing the Easter Bunny had made his visit, leaving me an awesome basket of goodies, including peeps. Though I dreaded making my way to church so early, I could look forward to playing with the fun items in my basket and eating all that sugary stuff. It's one of those few items that takes me to the happy place of my youth, and I didn't realize how much I loved Peeps until I had gone without visits from the Easter Bunny years after no longer living with my mom. When I was reunited with the yum marshmellow treat, I was an immediate fan (again) and have been ever since.

I made the mistake of telling my colleagues how much I love Peeps last year. I should mention that I have the BEST people on earth to work with! They look out for and spoil me. However, in revealing my affection and love for this fun candy item, I've found myself in Peeps overload. Who knew they now made peeps for EVERY holiday??? I got Halloween peeps, Valentine ones, St. Paddy's Day, and now Easter...Just looking at the boxes before me make me a little sick on the stomach...I have been getting so many that I had to start giving them away to the special little children in my life. "Here comes Auntie Swann with more Peeps!" The kids were happy; the parents not so much...

So, in honor of its original holiday, this entry is a special tribute to Peeps! I have 6 boxes before me that I must begin to break in and am praying I won't become diabetic or go into a coma.

Happy Easter!