withaK hates peeps. Apparently, so does most of the rest of the Army. He told me that the last time he was deployed, he gave all his peeps to one guy, because no one else wanted them.
Well, withaK has been called up again. Being the dedicated, loving and beautiful wife that I am, I’ve decided some sort of peep therapy is in order. So I’m going to buy some patriotic peeps, squish one flat and tape it to the inside of a card with packing tape. Then I’ll mail this card to a doper, who can write in it whatever they desire (please include your location so he knows where the Traveling Peep has been) and mail it to the next doper who wants to participate.
This should give withaK a whole new respect for the humble peep. Or at least give me something fun to do while he’s gone. 
So, who wants to host the Traveling Peep? Email me your address and I’ll mail it to you, then I’ll email you with the address of the next person who wants it. I’m hoping there is enough interest that the Travelilng Peep will get to circle the globe before it reaches withaK wherever he may be stationed.
Also, I think the Traveling Peep needs a name. Any suggestions? (My mother suggested Tom…)