Although it got up to 50 degrees one day this week, we will be down at nine this evening, which is better than the seven in an earlier prediction. Shane did find a lost Wubba at the fairgrounds – a lime green one, totally frozen. It is thawing in the kitchen and we will see if the squeaker was in suspended animation or if it is kaput. Freezing Wubbas in the chest freezer might be a good little research project, but I doubt it would be as gratifying as the Peeps in the microwave adventures.

Der Bingle likes his Peeps stale, so we have a Peeps cellar, so to speak, with vintages properly marked. You need a password to be allowed entry and there is a hidden escape tunnel in case the Feds decide to raid our establishment. At the Foo Bar, they use frozen Peeps as ice cubes and/or swizzle sticks. It’s a very sophisticated crowd.