Friday, December 4, 2009

Stick it to the man

Do you ever come home from a day at work and realize you have food on your shirt or pants that somewhat resembles what you ate for lunch?

Welcome to my life.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

A love letter to Borax

Dear Borax,

You're amazing. Really. Sometimes I am just astounded to see my shirts come out completely spotless after a fearsome encounter with coffee and the invisible hole in my lip. You also have the best name in commercial cleaning products out there. And the history behind you! You were dragged out of the desert by donkey carts!

I've always been messy. My mother nicknamed me "Messy Molly" when I was a little, perhaps after the incident where food was ending up in my hair (I was probably 5). In fact, it is highly possible that I have some mashed potatoes on my shirt right now. But with Borax by my side and in my washing machine, I no longer have to curse my existence when shirts that have been washed still have stains on them. And trust me, I've tried it all, to hide my secret shame of klutziness.

Your devoted friend,

You spill stuff. We get it.

Why write about my above-average clumsiness? Because everybody does it. Everybody spills. It's okay.

The Salsa Hits the Pants

Yesterday was a sad day. I went out to SatCo for a taco salad and ended up spilling salsa all down my sweater and my pants. Usually I'm covered in coffee stains, but salsa is what I'll be washing out of my clothes today.

Filth offender : Fresh salsa
Filth combatant : Gain + Borax

ETA - Let it be known that that brown smudgie part is where I tried, unsuccessfully, to wipe up said salsa with brown paper napkins. It shredded and made the stain even worse.