Out, out, damned Peeps

I love Peeps. I know they are horrible for you. I know they are pure junk food. But I love 'em. Love the colors. Love the sugar rush. Love the Easterness of it all.

Anyhoo, M brought home a whole sheet of pink bunnies. I have been picking at them, with the theory that you can eat four of them for three Weight Watchers points. He also brought home these hideous marshmallow things with "chocolate-flavored coating." They really do taste like ass, but they are good in a pinch. I'm trying so hard to drop a few pounds, and I knew I would never do it with those things hanging around. So in the trash they went. I feel better now.