I was at Walgreen’s on Friday afternoon to get some contact lens solution because they had it on sale and I had a $2.00 coupon. That never happens to me. You know all those jingo moms who insist that they check the store ads and use coupons and get double coupons so they get $482 worth of groceries for a buck thirty two? I’m not one of those women. Yes, I know, it shocks my regular readers to learn that, but what can I do? I’m lucky to get 25 cents off my $8.00 lens solution.
But I digress; I do that a lot. Walgreen’s has this whole store arrangement thing figured out. You have to go through the chocolate aisle to get from the Pamprin to the check out. Gee, do you think someone is making a killing on that?
Anyway, I digressed again. I walked through the Halloween candy aisle lured by the bright neon orange “sale” signs in front of the M&M’s. I had to bypass the Halloween Peeps. I’m really rather a Peeps Purist, if you will; the diversification of marshmallow Peeps broke my heart. I love Peeps at Easter, but Halloween Peeps are just plumb wrong. And they are not nearly as good. Plus, it isn’t anywhere near as funny to see a ghost Peep expand in the microwave as it is to see a chick Peep become a mutant chicken Peep. My wandering eye passed over the M&M’s (while my wandering hand put a bag in the cart) and the candy corn (again, my dang hands worked on their own initiative and threw a couple bags in my cart) — that’s when I saw them. It was like the heavens opened up and angels were singing. Cadbury Creme eggs now come in a Halloween variety! It was the third or fourth best day of my life! Cadbury eggs a whole 6 months early!
It was wonderful. I meant to take a picture of them, but I ate them before I got a chance. Hey! Don’t judge me! I’m a sucker for a Cadbury egg, even if it is in shiney orange foil packaging instead of blue. I didn’t think it would be a big deal because you can find an image of anything in the world on the information superhighway (I once found a picture of a rubber duck with an electrical cord coming out of his butt – which is exactly what I was looking for, true story). Apparently, I stumbled upon the one thing in this world that there is not an image of on the internet. I did find this cool picture of some sick person who actually likes Halloween Peeps and who obviously doesn’t understand that Peeps were meant to be chicks. That’s why they are called Peeps, for Pete’s sake! If they were meant to be shaped like ghosts, they’d be called Boos. And then think of all the confusion and chaos that would ensue when I sent my husband to pick me up some booze.
I’m all over this free association thing, huh?
On another very important note, Sarah Palin, if you are reading this, and let’s face it, we all know you are … I think I’m in love with you! Don’t listen to those jerks in the main stream media, they’re stupid and out of touch with normal Americans like me. American women who cling to our guns and religion and who love our children and husbands. Palin Power!