This past weekend, my partner in crime and I spent an ungodly amount of hours constructing our Peeps diorama for this year's Washington Post contest.
In the wee hours of the morning on Saturday, I bolted upright in bed, knowing that I must do a Snoop Dogg figure -- and not knowing how I would be able to construct his realistic-looking braids. (As realism is paramount when using Peeps as your art medium.)
Then, I remembered the doll heads.
You see, last year, when we did the Blue Man Group as our Peeps diorama, I bought three dolls from the dollar store to use as the Blue Men. We used the bodies but had no use for their heads (insert analogy for Charlie Sheen's "girlfriends" here). However, I've been in the diorama game long enough now to understand that I may need them for a diorama in the future, so I kept them. And in the past year, Canetto, Avery and I have enjoyed playing the doll head game. We take turns leaving the three creepy doll heads on each other's pillows, in each other's underwear drawers, in cereal boxes...so that the other members of our family will come upon them unexpectedly and have a heart attack. Oh -- the hi jinks that ensue!
As it turns out, I found them in the second underwear drawer in which I looked and promptly scalped one and made tiny little Snoop Dogg braids from her hair.
And then I spent the rest of the day questioning my existence.