Let me tell you a story about a man named PEEP

Not really a man, but an annoying little sugar poop-lookin-thing that they sell during major holidays. It used to just be an Easter thing but now the Peep People (haha) have decided that peeps should be for every holiday....because they're just so darn cute and healthy.

Well, at the request of Lea, I am writing this blog because she wanted a written record of the Peeps stories I have... and she was reminded when she saw me driving today in my car (with the big stuffed yellow peep hangin from my rearview mirror).

You have to understand my family to understand this Peep thing...well, maybe you just need to understand that they enjoy causing emotional pain in their children's lives. So my parents know i hate Peeps. They've known since I was like 5. But they LOVE to see me get fired up about stuff, so they send me Peeps EVERY year...sometimes at several holidays. Usually there's a little message from my mother on a post-it note. It usually says something about Happy Easter and then always is followed with "It just ain't Easter without those crazy Peeps! Peep! Peep!"

My parents do have their nice moments...they've sent me a Bunny Peep key chain (which now hangs in my car) ... and a beanbag stuffed original Peep that is in my office. Mostly, though, it's the marshmallow kind that just suck...and do you know they don't expire for like 5 years???? Who wants some Peeps now??? It's just pure chemicals.

I will say the best Peep moment was when my parents sent us Halloween bat Peeps a few years ago. It was Bat Peeps, candy corn and a few toys. My brother Alex not only hates Peeps, he hates candy corn. So he called me and asked if I got the package from mom and dad... he was so mad that he said he was going to throw up in the box and send it back to them. hahahaha


You knew they were gonna have Valentines Peeps...it was only a matter of time!