I'm gonna go out on a limb and declare that around here, Peeps are and will remain a once-a-year, irresistible culinary temptation that you'll gorge yourself on and inevitably regret later. AND NO MORE.
So to whoever the Procter & Gamble refugee with the overworked MBA is who's pushing off-season Eggnog-flavored Peep-Snowmen on me, Stop.
The same goes for the squishy beanbaggy plush Peeps the kid pulled off the shelf at CVS the other day. And there will be no Peeps Gear in this house. Nor any Peeps Down In Peepsville coloring books, either. I'm putting you on notice, your ad money's no good around here, so go. Just go.
[PS It might work just. over. there. to the right, though, did you try over there? In that column?]