Thursday, June 24, 2010

Sometimes I Ask Myself...

Could my life be anymore AWESOME??

Today my kids found a few containers of play dough in one of the condo closets. They were so excited when I told them that they, indeed, could sit down at the table and use their creativity to the fullest (versus continuing to drive me crazy..) Imagine the horrific screams that I heard coming from each of them as they opened their containers and found *&#@* where play dough should have been! Of course, Caitlin, with all her grace, opened the container in such a manner that resulted in her being covered in the 100 year old, rotten, liquefied concoction. And it smelled B.A.D.


So much for the lazy daze afternoon I'd envisioned for myself. I'm now mopping, doing laundry and yelling at Caitlin to knock off the "febreeze dousing"! Our condo smells like putrid febreeze. Yum. So, the moral to this story is: never, never attempt to use play dough when you are unsure of the "best by" date, especially when it has been stored in a very hot, humid climate (probably for the better part of 20 years).
THE END!
P.S. My children are now sitting in the other room talking, convinced that it wasn't really play dough that we stumbled across. Carter thinks the condo owners are probably murderers that store internal body organs. Caitlin thinks they keep their diarrhea???

4 comments:

Prilla said...

HA! LMAO...and you will to in a few years when this is all over with. I'm with the kids, someone planted it. Maybe there's camera's and Ashton is gonna jump out here real soon and tell you that you've been punked! Good luck!

KGB said...

I'm trying not to laugh too loud...it looks really sick. But I'm sure you must see it as comic relief--that is, once the mess has been cleaned up. Did you figure out what IT was? Enjoy the journey....it didn't crack the tile did it? Love you all..

CARTER said...

No cracked tile, just splattered IT. I think it's just really old play dough that got really hot and really moist and really rotten (it had chuncks that resembled dough). Or maybe I'm just telling myself that because all other possiblities are too traumatic...

Cristina said...

Nasty...Gross...Nasty!!! I thought playdough lasted forever! I've seen it dry up, but I guess we live in a desert.