Ew! Gross!

The least I can do is make a post about it, right? It was like those days in high school where I would write things down in my notebook to remind myself to blog about it later.

So. Cleaning. Gross experience. Today I cleaned to the Full House theme song, you know, the one where they are cleaning the house. That was fun and cheerful. For a little while. Then I got tired of having it on repeat ..

I learned that grease is the color black, and comes off in chunks. That scissors are better than soaps, and that I bruise easily. Apparently the step ladder handle has bruising capabilities. Who knew? I don't know how to clean, and apparently I clean thoroughly. But in actuality, I just suck at cleaning. Honestly at this point, I would rather pay someone to make up for my shortcomings after spending a day cleaning -- literally. Minus the time used for stats and a boba break with who else but Mai. So then I came to the pots and pans and the Lazy Susan .. and I find that some of them have fallen off the Lazy Susan. So I fish for them with a ladle. Who invented the idea of having a platter and cover soley for butter? Gross. Empty peanut butter jars still happening, and fuzz grows in all sorts of odd places.

This post isn't as fun as I thought it would be. Probably cause by now, (its 2:49 am) I can't really remember what I meant to write and tommorow i've got to clean the bathroom floor before the inspector comes along. Though I much prefer the bathroom to the kitchen. It's odd that the place of food preparation and eating also tends to be the yuckiest.

Cleaning is fun if it's superficial and ignorance is bliss.

And don't check to see what that plastic thing in the back is.