I was realizing that I am becoming a wordy and less picture driven blogger. I don’t like this.
Today it was a fantastic fifty degrees outside and Max and I decided to walk down to the creamery to buy ice cream . He chose Cotton Candy but I had my eyes on one flavor:
Yes. That is a flavor called Peeps.
Here is an awful picture that is pointless for posting of the tub of Peeps Ice Cream.
It’s just their sweet cream flavor with blended in Peeps Marshmallow Bunnies. To be honest, I was over the taste after one bite. But I had to try it. I mean, it’s Peeps.
The Pilver 
Mmmmmm….peeeeeps. A pointless candy, and yet I look forward to it every year.
I think I’m the only one but I hate Peeps. Cadbury creme eggs too, those are even worse. The only good thing about Easter for me is Reese’s peanut butter eggs, which I don’t actually like peanut butter cups that well but when it’s egg shaped the peanut butter to chocolate ratio makes for a much superior product.
Holy crap. I think that might instigate a break in my 8-year non-puking streak.
Oo. that sounds liej a surefire diabetic coma.
Though Thanks, Doho- I am now craving Cadbury Creme Egg ice cream.
I’m with you Dohopoki (although I cannot pronounce your screen name). I hate those freakin’ peeps. The are like Obama’s Magic–I’m drawn to them every year, but I know I don’t like them, yet I try one anyway. “Maybe the blue ones are better” I tell myself. And after one bite, my sugar level reaches capacity, I pass out and convulse and begin to mumble the lyrics to “Hotel California.” So I’m glad I did not enter that ice cream store–God knows what would have happened if I ate a bite with ice cream!
pronounced
doe like a deer
hoe like the garden tool
poe like the teletubby
key like the thing that goes in locks
now really fast and upbeat.