This year, thanks to a courtesy care-package that Mom lovingly sent from the good ol' U.S. of A., I celebrated by decapitating marshmallow bunnies with my teeth (images far too gory for this blog).
The marshmallow bunny massacre continued by drowning them in a sea of molten hot chocolate.
No one can help you, Marshmallow Bunny. NO ONE.
So, how do you deal with Resurrection Day?
Barb the French Bean
I prefer my Easter Peeps as a garnish for my Bailey's and coffee. ;)
ReplyDeleteI hate peeps. They're too sweet for me (literally and figuratively).
ReplyDeleteHoppy Easter!
Besides getting a sugar overload? :D
ReplyDeleteBrush my teeth 5 times within the day.
That is a perfectly good use of peeps! Everyone needs some peephocoalic to drink? Very cute.
ReplyDelete~StarbucksMelody
Careful. Sacrifice too many Marshmallow Bunny and you will summon the Marshmallow Man.
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