Happy Easter Everyone…and yes, it is a messy job but those are the kind I love the best. My moms are busy and since a lot of this story is mine, they said, "Have at it!" I would interpret their tone as enthusiastic, but I'm not sure.
Around Easter at our house, we usually have a Peeps Party. You know when people buy those yummy peep marshmallows and then make a scene with them? So we always do that with Mark and Olivia and the Dude, and whatever other friends are around. This year, just Mark, O, and the Dude. The Peeps (in all colors…both rabbits and chicks) are in the center of the table. There is other stuff there too, but I'm mostly interested in the Peeps. They're edible, you know? I think that's why me and the Dude really love Peeps time. Anyway, so everyone starts working. I look for stuff to fall on the floor, sit by Dude, lick his fingers, hope he drops a Peep or two (don't tell, but he sneaks a few extras and eats them while he works). The big Gmas always say, "Hey! No eating until we're done," but you know how that goes. So here are some pictures of building the Peeps things:
You can see how intent and intense everyone is while they are making their Dye O' Rams, or whatever they are called. I'm waiting, sniffing, watching, pushing on the Dude with my nose, ignoring my mom when she says, "Lucy! Get out of there." When they finish everyone ooooh's and ahhh's and stuff like people do. Me? I'm just sitting and watching. Then Gma Pam takes pictures of the scenes and everyone is happy, and about that time they start talking about what they're going to have for dinner. I just watch. I just wait. Here are pictures of Peeps things they made…Gma Pam never seems to make one, she just watches and helps O. I wish she'd do a Peep thing because there would be more Peeps floating around. Anyway…here are the finished creations:
Mark's, Gone Fishin' Thing
The closed doors to the Dude's America's Got Talent…there are 4 judges and
some performers behind the doors…
Bonnie's Dog Songs…Notice the pick-up truck
and the two bunnies singing "Me 'n You 'n a dog named Boo…"
Like I was saying, pretty soon they were all doing other things with the Peeps on display in the living room. I'm just watching…waiting…and then I see my chance and I snag two of the judges in the Dude's America's Got Talent. I'm thinking, "Hey! Lucy's got a lot of talent here too." Then, some one spots the damage:
Too late to holler much, I think…and anyway, what's a bit of yelling
compared to a couple of Peeps, all to myself?
It was raining outside and then dinner was on the table. I sat around where the Dude was, but there wasn't much happening. So, casually, I walk off nice and quiet like while they are finishing up, and well…like the saying goes it was like taking candy from a baby. I nail the two singers by the pick-up truck in Dog Songs. Whoooeeee. This was the best I've ever done. The Peeps are delicious and it wasn't until the next morning that my moms noticed the singers were gone.
But then…when I woke up the next morning, my tummy felt kinda grumbly. The truth is, it had been making funny noises for a while. My moms got up, and then ULP! I started to make that horrible throw-up noise…and up came the last Peep. I gotta admit it was gross looking. Sort of Peep shaped, but bubbly and squishy and runny and the thing just kind of flowed over the side of my bed onto the floor. It's a good thing my Moms were mostly concerned about me…they weren't too angry about the Peep thiefing. Just more concerned about whether I was going to be sick again. I wasn't.
Oh Boy! Whadda mess.
Well then, my mom thought we should go for a nice walk to make me feel better. I didn't think that was such a great idea, so I went on strike…the way I do when I don't want to go somewhere. And that's pretty much the end of Easter Peeps. Hope all of you had a good and peaceful day, and remember…when you think it would be fun to eat all of the Peeps in your Easter basket…think again.
The end! On Strike!
