Fun with Peeps

Some people think of Jesus at Easter. I think of Peeps.

The ubiquitous bastions of Easter. Sadly, Peeps are not delicious. No one I've talked to likes Peeps, yet strangely enough, everyone gets Peeps. Why is that?

This weekend, the very kind lady I house-sit for gave me an Easter basket with Peeps. But, I wasn't about to eat them,

so I played with them!

First we put them in the microwave

He grew a little, but with a very offensive odor and blackened insides.

We tried pumping it up with a bicycle pump, but it leaked air.

We took the little guy for a swim.

First he turned white,

then he dissolved. "I'm melting! I'm melting!"

We burned one. They burn longer than wood. We should give them to homeless people to build fires.

We brought out the electric sander,

clamped him down,

and went to town.