Well, the worst has officially happened. The Play-Doh plague has invaded my house.
And I know who the carrier was!! “Gwandma Wose”! How could you betray me so badly, my own (ex)stepmother???
I thought you loved me! Apparently you love PP more.
I had no idea PP and you were plotting behind my back. Watching all those commercials, making notes of which things she liked best.
Drat you, Nick Jr!!!
Most of you won’t remember the “Green Goo“, because it was 2 1/2 years ago. (Except Stella, who commented on it a year later, Queen Anne, and Susie, who both liked it. Thanks ladies!!) I had a terrifying preview of what a plague Play-doh would truly be.
And it’s every bit as bad as I imagined it’d be.
Clumps of sticky Play-Doh on the floor. Lumps of it stuck to the backside of PP’s pants.
(No visual there, I was too busy trying to get if off before she ground it in, and it melded with the material. Too late…..)
Bumps of it all over the table….
And exactly who’s gonna clean it all up??????
I’m not bending over this time!!
PP did pick up the clumps off the floor. Thank you Precious!
And I scraped as much of the lumps off her pants, as humanly possible. But those pants will never be the same. Good thing they were her designated play pants already!
The bumps on the table??? As you may have already guessed, they’re still there…..