Why pay full price for Peeps before Easter when you just poke holes in the cellophane anyway so they get hard and stale like you like them?
I still have almost all of my Easter "bonnets" from my church-going days. Does anyone buy or sew pink suits for Easter Sunday anymore?
Can I talk my sister out of making me drive fifty miles with the pot of water I boiled the kielbasi in so we could make soup?
Olive-oil your hard boiled colored eggs–they look beautiful, especially the deeper colors on brown eggs. And it’s fun to watch them slide out of everyone’s hands at the table.
Did my mother ever realize that the two expensive stuffed bunnies in the centerpiece were a gay couple?
Shall I bring a white lily to the cemetary in the snow?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology
somewhere between your humor and the irony, lies a traditional soul (even though you disguise it well, my friend).
still, can’t help but love the gay bunnies juxtapositioned in the same neighborhood as the beginnings of a familial pot of soup
I had to look up Peeps (mmmm, yummy!) because peeps on this side of the atlantic is a shortened version of people. If you read the sentence again
Why pay full price for Peeps before Easter when you just poke holes in the cellophane anyway so they get hard and stale like you like them?
you can see why my eyebrows were raised for a second or two ;-0)