Alternate title:

If a Brick Falls on an Unsuspecting Wife in a Happy Marriage,
Does it Make a Peep?

Just a teeny-weeny post today to say Happy Easter to those who celebrate…and to simply say “‘sup” to those who don’t.

Cuz that’s how I roll.

And if you haven’t yet introduced yourself and left a link to your blog on last week’s post, please take a moment to do so soon. It’s amazing to know that our happy community spans from Brazil to New Zealand, from South Africa to Canada — and all points north, south, east and west. I am LOVING the chance to get to know you all a little better, and I know you guys are enjoying perusing one another’s blogs. So thank you for making that post a fun one!

And speaking of fun…

Every year I look forward to Easter. For me it’s mostly about the children and family and hope and new beginnings and baskets and jelly beans and creepy giant bunnies and love. But not so this year, as today — sadly for me — my ex has custody of the kids.

So I found myself at loose ends.

Yet oddly inspired.

I love the annual Washington Post Peeps Diorama contest. If you haven’t yet had the pleasure, the Post has an annual contest where people create Peep-parodies in diorama form — which I shall henceforth call Peep-oramas — of different scenes: political happenings, pop culture phenomena, etc. There’s even a “Peeple’s Choice” contest in which readers can vote for their favorites. SO much fun.

And this year, I found this post about Peep-oramas of TV shows. Awesome. My favorite is this one of the Walking Dead:

Though I don’t watch the show personally, Boyfriend Brett does. Which means I do listen to it, as he tends to catch up on his favorite show while I’m writing upstairs. And all I can say is: If you watch the show, do me a favor and close your eyes during a zombie scene. Because to me, it sounds like a visit to the dentist’s office, complete with that sucky hose thingie, high-pitched squeals reminiscent of a dentist drill and an occasional blood-curdling scream.

Seriously. Try it. You won’t be disappointed.

Anyhow, with this year’s slate of Peep-oramas perused and no children in my home to occupy my Easter time, I thought I’d have some fun.

I hope you’ve all read how this blog started — the post that details how my marriage ended with a literal brick. If you haven’t, you may want to take a moment to follow that link now. Go ahead. We’ll wait.


Still waiting…

Oh good you’re back. Anyhow, I’m four years post-brick, and in this era of my healing, I’ve managed to find abundant joy in the humor that accompanies the symbolism of the brick. It really is the first in a long line of “You just can’t make this shit up” scenarios that introduced themselves into my life post-brick…many of which became blog posts.

So I thought to myself: It’s Easter. I love Peep-oramas. I have a few minutes. Let’s make a Peep diorama that reenacts the end of my marriage!

Now without further ado, I bring you a Sneak Peep (see what I did there?) at “How My Marriage Ended with a Brick: Peep Edition.”

Cast and Credits



“Weeping Peep-le” as my adorable children

“Peep”ing John

Peepilyn Manson

And special thanks to my Peep Makeup Artist:

Peep-friend Brett (Hugh Grant mugshot edition…)

So, friends:

  1. Thoughts on “How my Marriage Ended with a Brick: Peep Edition”?
  2. Anything egg-citing happen for you this Easter? (sorry…just had to go there…)
  3. Anyone else creeped out by the name “Peep-friend Brett”?
  4. Do plays on words including the word “Peep” ever get old?

And many thanks for giving me something to do this Easter; being without children on major holidays sucks ass.

Crap. Am I allowed to say “sucks ass” on Easter? Oh well…fuck it.