Peep Shows

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You have a dirty mind. These are peeps, edible sugary marshmallow goodness that are on show! Our FHE activity was not only a creative idea thought up by Tiffany Carter, but a scrumptious one too! Alex and I teamed together to make a wedding reception which Alex insisted that we make it a mormon reception hense the basketball hoop in the second picture.



THE WEDDING


WILD WEST





BAPTISM



THE EASTER BUNNY'S EGGS




THE MARCHING ILLINI



THE PEEP FAMILY TREE



AMMON CUTTING OFF THE LAMANITES ARMS





PINK VS PURPLE






THE GALLOWS






THE NOTEBOOK



ALL TOGETHER NOW

Comments

William Reger said…
Call me naive, but I never would have considered peeps the source of so much darkness. Wars, hanging, lopping off of limbs? What's next?
April 3, 2008 at 12:39 PM
Beth Blair said…
LMAO, our FHE groups were never that entertaining.
April 10, 2008 at 11:49 AM
Adam said…
OK, first off, the words "edible" and "goodness" should never, ever, EVER be used to describe Peeps. That being said, your diorama looks very nice, although couldn't you have laid off yet ANOTHER reminder of your pending nuptuals? :-)
April 14, 2008 at 3:14 AM
Mrs. C said…
That's freakin awesome!! I thought the pink vs purple one was the best I must say
July 5, 2008 at 12:05 PM
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