tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27090637432376208482012-02-15T23:54:22.097-08:00Stuff I Spill on MyselfMollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00362659487133797669noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709063743237620848.post-18578364994360142632009-12-04T07:48:00.000-08:002009-12-04T07:52:24.048-08:00Do 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?<br /><br />Welcome to my life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2709063743237620848-1857836499436014263?l=messymolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00362659487133797669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709063743237620848.post-14135081106204079592009-12-01T17:37:00.001-08:002009-12-01T17:51:47.784-08:00Dear Borax,<br /><br />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!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4151745116_b745c67a72.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2778/4151745116_b745c67a72.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs125.snc1/5374_604238763558_4712501_35344457_3113669_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 210px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs125.snc1/5374_604238763558_4712501_35344457_3113669_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />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.<br /><br /><br />Your devoted friend,<br />Molly<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2709063743237620848-1413508110620407959?l=messymolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00362659487133797669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709063743237620848.post-8033108526867001232009-12-01T12:22:00.000-08:002009-12-01T12:24:11.127-08:00Why write about my above-average clumsiness? Because everybody does it. Everybody spills. It's okay.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2709063743237620848-803310852686700123?l=messymolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00362659487133797669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2709063743237620848.post-1684952227818289322009-12-01T12:17:00.000-08:002009-12-01T13:36:53.124-08:00Yesterday 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.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs078.snc3/14531_622192279568_4712501_36051906_5024268_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs078.snc3/14531_622192279568_4712501_36051906_5024268_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Filth offender : Fresh salsa<br />Filth combatant : Gain + Borax<br /><br />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.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2709063743237620848-168495222781828932?l=messymolly.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00362659487133797669noreply@blogger.com2