Even if I were able to look past the blatant waste of what I believe to be one of the greatest holiday treats in the world (which I'm not), I still can't fathom the idea of having hardened stale marshmallows hanging on the front door.
Is it just me or do some of these bunnies look plain evil?
Tulle and rock hard marshmallows, my favorite combo.
Look at their poor little exposed marshmallow patches and their haphazard placement. It's like a circular open grave of my fondest childhood Easter memories. Oh the carnage!
OMG, they're being nailed to this thing with toothpicks and then they just hang there until they're stored away in a dark cavelike rubbermaid tote until they're resurrected....for next year's display. Wait, why does this sound familiar? Maybe it's an analogy of something...
Anyway, my point is: Please don't make the Peeps die for your decorating sins.
