The name of this blog is The Casual Perfectionist. I know that I’m a perfectionist. I’m trying to be casual about it. I feel that I’m succeeding in a lot of areas. Really, I am. I’m a lot calmer than I used to be. Some things are organized to the n-th degree, and some things are a little haphazard.
And, I’m okay with that.
I was doing really well.
Until this happened:
“Momma? Can you help me get this Play-Doh™ out?”
I had a heart-attack and died.
The end.
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Oh nooooooo! My worst nightmare… intermingled Plahdohhhhh!Aaaaahhhhh!!!
Oh, I feel your pain.
Now *I’m* twitching!
Ha! You are funny. You’d hate the play doh at my house. I’s all that funny shade of brown that happens when all of the colors are mixed together.
LOL Hahahahahahheheheehahahahehehahahehe!!! At least the Play Doh colors are coordinating! Oh by the way if you died, how did you write this post?? And wouldn’t everyone get a notice from Daddy about such a thing?
I’m trying to tell myself it looks really pretty. *cough* And, Jess, as entrenched in the technical world as my hubby is, he would have no idea how to alert any of my social media peeps of my demise. LOL!
LOL. I could feel your blood pressure rise. LOL.
Whenever my mother in law gets out two colors of playdough at one time, I can’t bear to look. THEY COULD GET SMUSHED TOGETHER!
Okay now I feel I need to clarify that she’s getting them out to play with my two year old.
Oh, Mia…just looking at it again makes me twitch.
Skye, that is HILARIOUS. It’s okay that your mother-in-law pretends to get the play-doh out for your child. There’s no shame in playing with it. LOL!