Peeps

Pam and I had Easter dinner with my parents,
and my younger brother and his wife and
kids were there. Six adults, right? (no
snarky comments Cathy!). So how many times
would you think I would have to overhear
a conversation about Peeps? Once? Twice?
Three time? No, four whole conversations about
the things. And I don't know why everyone
has to mention that they like stale peeps.
I think peeps serve no purpose upon the face
of the earth. Death to peeps.

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