it's official--I have overdosed on Peeps. I even ate some of the really garish purple and blue ones today (the purple ones when my youngest niece foolishly looked away from her basket, silly girl, that'll teach her once and for all that Auntie Ell cannot be trusted around the Peeps. It's like leaving a voracious vampire alone in a blood bank). I am so going to hell.

I am sort of in hell, anyway. My buddy departed yesterday and the sense of loss is like I am 8 and someone has ripped my Mrs. Beasley doll from my arms and savagely pounded her against a muddy concrete culvert, breaking her glasses and soiling her hair before running her over repeatedly with their min-van. Yeah, it's raw and childlike. Do I sound bitter? Yeah. I am.

PS--eb: IT IS TOO A BLOG!