This is a dangerous time of year for me.
Every year I say, “No, I’m not gonna do it.”
Peeps are pretty much available for all the holidays now, not just Easter. But for some reason they taste way better in the spring than say they do at Halloween. At Christmas they had gingerbread, sugar cookie and who knows what other flavors of peeps available. I caved. I tried some.
They all sucked.
To me anyways.
Even the orange pumpkins at Halloween just aren’t up to the Easter par. I’ve even figured out that if you buy the bunnies instead of the chicks, you get two extra, but they cost the same! What’s with that? I guess the chicks are more popular and they used to be my first choice until I started going for more peep for my buck. And I do mean a buck as they cost around .96 cents a package.
Today at the big box retailer, they had a ginormous candy isle. My cart automatically turned to head that way. My excuse? I had to get some stuff for the kids ya know. All of the candy was in order by color. It was really pretty. Orange peeps, orange M&M’s, orange jelly beans and chocolate decorated with orange stuff. Same thing went for blue, green, yellow and pink! You could totally overdose someone in neon blue Easter candy, stuffed animals and all. But it was nice to see so much color on such a shitty day. It’s cold, it’s windy and it’s starting to rain.
Why do I care? I’m home, I’m warm and I’m on the computer. I care because in 30 minutes I have to go to a track meet, that’s why!
The book in the photo is Yoga In America by Deborah Bernstein and Bob Weisenberg. It’s awesome. If you’ve been living in yogaland for very long at all, you really should take the time to read it. The book is a collection of shorts from not so famous yoga teachers around the globe. I submitted a story, but it wasn’t chosen. I see why now. Tough competition. This book is filled with great writings of inspiration, laughter, personal triumph and tears. I love it so far and I’m more than half way finished with it.
You can purchase the book if you’re interested through LuLu.
The peep on the other hand is mine. And so is that hot cup of coffee not pictured.