With the Easter holiday fast approaching, I cannot hold my deep darker secret any longer. I bought myself some of THESE:
They're Party Cake PEEPS, people! PARTY CAKE!
Let the record show that I have not sampled them at this juncture. I am saving this treat until I am pretty sure there are no more available. Because once Val gets a taste of PEEPS, it's Katy bar the door!
I found this food of the gods a couple weeks ago, on a center aisle display at Walmart. I was almost successful in pushing my cart right past them. Until I saw the words PARTY CAKE! Uh huh. I could resist the regular flavor PEEPS, even the bunny form, my favorite. And the Mystery PEEPS, some of which I tried a couple years ago, and figured out they were sour apple. Yes, I was feeling quite emwillpowered that day, ready to forge right by the Bubble Gum PEEPS, and any flavor, really, until I saw PARTY CAKE!
Let the record further show that Val has been successful in suppressing her urges over the past year. In fact, Hick pointed out only Saturday that there is a Walmart bag with a box of PEEPS in it under the desk in the corner of the master bedroom.
"I know. I got them last year, and I've been trying not to eat them."
Mission accomplished, people! Mission accomplished. The PARTY CAKE PEEPS, though, are not long for this world. Probably after Easter dinner, I will partake of their squishy goodness. No way will I brave the hordes on the day after Easter, trying to procure holiday candy at rock-bottom prices.
What's the worst that could happen, right? That I backslide and devour the bunny PEEPS left from 2016? I can still recover. Two and done! Safe for another year.
Okay. Maybe that should be 20 and done. Because there are ten PEEPS in a pack.
Oh...and I think there are Halloween PEEPS now. Which will hit the shelves around July 5th.