Glory Peep.

Happy Lent, y’all.  I missed getting ashes yesterday because the church in our neighborhood did not have an evening service.  Luckily, Ash Wednesday is not a holy day of obligation, so missing Mass yesterday will not be the reason I go to hell.  This, however, might be:

I am the artist.

Yes, those are stained glass Peep saints.  It’s probably a good thing there aren’t any Christian extremists terrorizing cartoonists around the world for portraying Jesus as a Peep, because a) I would be their next target and b) that would just be silly.  I suppose an explanation is in order, however, for this immaculate peepception. 

For the last few years, my sisters (without me because I was always far away) have participated in the Washington Post’s annual Easter Peeps Diorama contest.  This contest is one of those things out there that makes me believe that people (peeple…) are fundamentally good.  Just google it.  Lots of punny, good, clean fun.  My family’s favorite submission from last year was the finalist “Everyone Peeps.”  (I do think my idea for a “Governor Peep Peepie and the Bridgegate Scandal” diorama would have been a strong contender for the top prize.)

This year, my sisters didn’t think they were going to be able to schedule a weekend to meet and create a Peeps masterpiece.  We did, however, all find ourselves in Williamsburg last weekend to celebrate Erin and Peter’s engagement party and bridal shower…so my mom and Patricia thought, why not combine the wedding and Peeps festivities?  Thus, the “Erin and Peeper Wedding” diorama was born.  We presented it to Erin at the bridal shower on Sunday.  While I think everyone was amused and impressed (as they should have been), I think Peter’s family and friends may have been a little…confused.   

And they lived peepily ever after.