Here a Peep, There a Peep, Everywhere a Peep Peep.

Think back. Way back. Way back to when Mama Said first started. Waaay back to September 2008. There was a post on the above-the-desk-decoration I inherited from Regan Wood.
Peeps. Yes Peeps. Two-year-shelf-life-any-color/flavor-imaginable-sugary-marshmellowy-Peeps. You either love'em (Wade) or hate'em (Chelsie). No matter the season, you can't ignore them. They transcend Easter and fly off the shelves at Rite Aid leaving little granules of sugar confetti in their wake year round. And by wake, I mean desk, because what was once a modest display of peepery has become a colorful collection of rock hard, multicultural peeps.