Diane went to the pharmacy to get some new vitamins she read about, but they didn’t have any. So, she got Peeps instead. She stocks up during Easter sales, and any other sales that have Peeps, and stores them in a cupboard that only I can reach. When she has a need she must plead with me to get a box down for her.
She doesn’t really plead because she knows I’ll do whatever she asks me of me. Consequently, she always gets her Peeps.
For real eating perfection, poke a hole in the plastic covering. This is one of the best treats I miss since the onset of diabetes.