I Heart Mr. Clean

OK Now that the whole not really breaking up with my husband thing is off my chest I can move on to the important things in my life.

First and foremost, I am in love with Mr. Clean. Remember a while back, I posted this photo of SB's artistry on my office wall? I finally got around to attempting to remove that, along with the brown sticky stuff caking the top of the table directly adjacent to this marker mess, that SB uses as a drawing table while I look at porn look at funny pictures of cats blog do work on my computer.

All it took was one Mr. Clean Magic Eraser, and the entire mess is GONE. Actually, the eraser got rid of the marker on the wall. It took powdered Comet and a scrubby sponge to rid the teak table of the quarter inch thick layer of brown sticky stuff. I'm really not sure what it was or how it got all over my table. But it's all gone now and my office is pristine.

I vacuumed up all the hard little Play-Doh chunks that stabbed me in the foot every time I walked in, threw away all the empty water bottles that were cluttering up my desk, and gave the entire office an overhaul.

I'm not sure what sparked this impromptu cleaning. Perhaps it was the fact that some graffiti artist tagged our truck the night before by painting the rear passenger window black? That forced me to remember what kind of a neighborhood we're living in. Although, in his (her?) defense, he was a considerate felon since he didn't blacken in the front windows, and he used paint that could be scraped off easily. But anyway, now more than ever, I want to move, and that was my first step of many in getting my house in order so we can do so (and yes, I will be bringing both my husband and SB with me).

Wish me luck!