Also, here's the gluten free recipe for those with little ones who have wheat allergies, it's pretty sticky to start with but keep kneading it and it'll come out lovely:
½ cup rice flour
Cook the same way as above and enjoy!
... Does someone want remind me why it is that I take in these poor death row destined cats? Other than because I'm an idiot. Clearly...
Garfield is a cluts. The biggest cluts I have ever encountered in my life. Seriously. His thumbs are obviously not doing him an ounce of good in the agility department like they're supposed to. Open drawers? Yes he can. Walk like a normal cat? Hells no. Out of 6 other cats they all can jump onto the fridge and up onto the top of the cupboards no problem. So far this week Garfield has managed to cause the following while attempting to get on the fridge:
* Jumped, grabbed edge of fridge, slipped, fell. Landing in the bowl of pancake mix I just made, splashing it everywhere and covering every conceivable item on said counter with freaking pancake mix.
* Jumped off counter onto top of fridge, landing on the rice crispy square container, knocking it off the fridge and shattering the lid on the floor.
*Jumped onto the top of the cupboards saw Mr. Pretties, got scared (He's terrified of Mr. Pretties...) and tried to run, in the process knocking over my antique bird house (knocking the door off), my enamelware bowls, my star topiary and then getting tangled up in the strand of mini lights I have there for the 'up lighting' effect.
*Jumped on cupboards knocking a bottle of black nail polish on the floor. Which shattered. And leaked black nail polish all over my white ceramic floor. This while I'm in the basement putting the LP's clothes in the dryer. I come up to find LP's painting apples with the freaking nail polish on the floor. Black apples people. The other two apples left in the house that were for the LP's snack at school tomorrow. Black floor, black apples, black hands, and little shards of glass everywhere. Oh, did I mention I'm out of nail polish remover? Perfect...
***Pippa, If You're Reading This - He's ALL Yours! I'll Have Him Packaged For Your Next Visit***
So again, why did I get myself into this? Why can't I just leave things alone? Oh wait, I know who's fault it is. The Little Voice. Maybe next time LV would like to zip their lip, especially since I can't very well make them clean up the pancake mix, broken Tupperware, knocked over decor and nail polish. Note to LV: I hate you. Go live in someone else's head and make them feel bad for everything. Maybe the nail polish fumes will fumigate it out. Or something. Ugh
Check out that adorable rolly polly dough! I made it. Okay, honestly? I didn't make that exact dough... although mine looks just like it. Minus the great photog skills (you had to know that was no photo I took, c'mon!)
I can even make gluten free playdough which is awesome for kids with wheat allergies, they can't play with traditional PlayDoh, I had no idea! So I think I'll take some of this great stuff to the Mom Expo next weekend incase anyone else's child is suffering from lack of PlayDoh exposure due to wheat allergies. You just never know!
The LP's were most impressed with my dough making capabilities. It was almost worth the entire hour long repetition of:
'My tA-tO done? My tA-tO done? MY TA-TO DONE?!'
*Sigh*
My playdough smells like vanilla too instead of that crappy smell traditional dough smells like. Mmm... and it makes your hands feel super soft after. I lurves me some fancy playdough.
Do you ever feel that I may have too much time on my hands? Funny, so does Mr. Pretties...
So, that's today in the life of the Pretties.

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You can also catch her products here, at her personal website:I've been thinking I'll change my name... perhaps to something that reflects my habit of devoting posts to other Etsy shops, organizations, and, basically anything that isn't hair clippies. Or, maybe I could mind my own business are worry about my own craft... but, what fun would that be?!