Hello Peeps!!!

I figure that I can use the familiar term since we are this close to Easter and the Peeps are in the stores, on FaceBook and Pinterest, and in the hearts and minds of all sugar loving marshmallow friends everywhere. They are in baskets, in recipes and they adorn at least one dress that I’ve seen.  Peeps rock this time of year.

So, it is about time that I tell you my story of Peeps.  It was many years ago when my kids were still youngsters who would look for Easter eggs.  I think that I hid the plastic eggs filled with goodies  and that by that time we kept the dyed eggs in the fridge for eating later.  I had read too many stories of the smell that comes from an warm and unfound hard boiled egg still hiding somewhere in the house two weeks after Easter.

Well, this one Easter I was also hiding Peeps, at that time, still the little yellow chicks that came in a row of four that you had to pull apart, These I didn’t hide in the eggs, but just placed them as if we had an invasion of the spongy little critters. They were hiding everywhere in the house, some peeking out, others under something.

The kids had a great time finding all the eggs and Peeps. And when they were done, we sat down to breakfast in the dining room.

Of course, by this time, there was so much sugar in the air that you could inhale and smell the sweetness, whether chocolate, jelly beans, Nerds, or the inimitable Cadbury Eggs.  Yet, we stopped and ate breakfast, probably eggs and sausages.

Shortly after we started to eat, a new sweet smell joined us at the table. It took us awhile to realize its difference from the other smells. This smelled more like a heated sweet, in fact almost like roasting marshmallows. We commented on it.

And then I looked up in horror  where I had hidden a little yellow Peep inside one of the clear glass chimneys of the chandelier, right next to the  little light bulb shaped like a  candle flame.  It was roasting in the heat from the lightbulb and sticking to both bulb and chimney. The kids hadn’t found that one and I had forgotten it when I turned on the light above the dining room table.

Roasting, swelling a bit, ( it is a marshmallow, after all), and turning a dark brown and bubbling in places.(again, a marshmallow)

Once everyone stopped laughing we ate the rest of breakfast in the dark,  That stuff  had to cool off before I was going to try to remove it!

I had visions of having to replace the whole light fixture, but it didn’t get that bad. I had to clean the bulb and chimney, but the stickiness hadn’t slid down to the more expensive parts.  Whew!

So that’s the Peeps story which has become one of the family stories where we laugh at the foibles of the parents. I’m still a little confused about that. After all, it was the kids who neglected to find it!! 🙂

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Here’s a household fix that I learned from FaceBook that works! These were new shirts for the hubster who has lost 40 pounds (WooHoo!) and I neglected to pull them out of the dryer right after it stopped. Oh boy, were they wrinkled.  There was no forgiveness time in those shirts!  And I didn’t have time to iron them.(Read: didn’t want to)

Perfect time to try the ice cube trick.  You throw one shirt in the dryer with an ice cube and turn the dryer on the highest setting.  The cube turns to steam and the wrinkles disappear.  Being that they were new shirts, I didn’t want to tempt fate, so I left them in only a minute or two.  It worked! I would try that again.

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I am here to tell you that these finger wraps do not do well when working with Velcro.  Oh. My. Goodness.  The finger wraps are three inch gauze strips folded over and wrapped around and around my fingers, leaving only the fingernails showing. I have to use them when my hands are too swollen from the lymphedema to wear my compression gloves. ( spring cleaning, remember? I probably lifted something too heavy or spent too long without the glove)

Well, I was trying to join the new cat tunnel and cubes with the strips of Velcro provided.  I had to reach way inside where I couldn’t really see what I was doing.

What I was doing was Velcroing myself to the inside of the cat toys. If I wasn’t sticking to the finger wraps, i was sticking to the bandages. It reminded me of the old comic moves where the comedian has something stuck to his hand and can’t get it off.  Here the cats are waiting patiently for me to finish setting up their toys and I’m batting at the velcro trying to extricate myself from the inside of a multicolored tube.

I’m sure they were laughing silently to themselves. You know how cats are.

Have a fantastic Friday!

Love,

Janet