Bought eight dozen peeps the other day. Yes, I actually like peeps, love them, cruelly nuke them in the microwave to get them big and plump and gooey. But the eight dozen peeps were not for me. You see, I agreed to decorate a cowboy hat for the Boys and Girls Club of Ada County. It's their annual Wild West fundraiser and Kelly Knopp sent out a call to artists to decorate a hat for their centerpieces. So after wracking my brain for ideas, I settled on peeps. The auction is the day before Easter, and, let's face it, peeps have personality. So I put little peepsize bandanas around all the girl chicks and peepsize black stetsons on all the boy chicks. And no, it's not a piece on the social constructs of gender, because I honestly didn't know if they were girl peeps or boy peeps. You know, there are pink and blue and lavender peeps, but I chose the traditional yellow, middle of the why-does-the-chicken-cross-the-road peeps. A peep is a peep - and I randomly decorated 'em, okay?
Anyway, here's the hat sitting on top of my horse, er Honda.
You know, a peep doesn't weigh anything, barely a whisper. But I gotta tell you, this is one HEAVY HAT! And there's still about 30 peeps left . . . destined for the microwave . . . one at a time. Mwahhhhhhhaaaaaaahahahaha!