Did you know that a refrigerator that has been in a smoker's house smells like cigarette smoke even on the inside of the refrigerator? Yes, it does. Open the door, and the smell will knock you over.
Did you know that a mattress that spends just one night in a smokers house will for weeks reek of cigarette smoke? Yes, it will. Even after two weeks of leaving it unmade, having the windows wide open and turning a fan directly on it, it will still reek. Yes, it will still stink even after vacuuming it and spraying it with Fabreeze. And even with the air purifier (with the odor remover feature) going it will still stink for at least 4 weeks.
Did you know that after 5 weeks, wood furniture, even after washed, will smell like cigarette smoke? Yes, it does.
Did you know that cigarette smoke stays in a computer and will eventually damage it? Yes, it does.
Do you know that walls and wallpaper and carpet can hold stale cigarette smoke smell for more than 20 years? Yes, they will.
Now, why I know these things:
The refrigerator and the wood furniture came from my brother and SIL's house. These items were in exchange for what they took of Mom's. The mattress spent one night up there. Thank goodness, my SIL didn't like it. They both smoke in the house. I have worked my butt off to get rid of the smell. While the smell isn't gone, it has lessened. I can still smell it when I come in from outside. One of the best cures turns out to be LOTS of house plants!
The walls, wallpaper, and carpet are in my house. No one has smoked in my house for over twenty years (previous owners smoked - we haven't ever smoked). When we come home on a damp cold day and the house has been closed up, it still reeks of stale cigarette smoke - after 20 plus years. (We haven't changed some things, because the foundation needs to be fixed first.)
My husband works on computers. Sometimes he brings home the ones that he has to run diagnostics on. One day after complaining of the cigarette smell, he had me look at the inside...
Why do I care about the smell? I'm allergic to cigarette smoke. Okay, I'm not allergic as in I'm going to swell up and die, but I get all stopped up, a sore throat, and a headache - immediately - even before I smell or realize there is cigarette smoke present. Sometimes the smell even makes me sick to my stomach. Seems a few family members have forgotten this. And, I have spent the past few weeks feeling like I have a cold, but it is "just" allergies. Yes, I know - gripe and moan.
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Mealtime Rules
For Paula (and anyone else who might be interested). I hope something here might work for you.
When I was growing up, these were the mealtime rules at our house:
Everyone sat down and ate together. There had to be a really good excuse not to be at the dinner table.
Grace was said before the meal.
No ugly comments, gags, rude noises, or complaining allowed. (I didn't allow my children to do that, either.)
If anyone made a face and/or comment and/or did anything my mom and dad considered to be rude (including bad table manners that weren't corrected after a warning), that person made the next meal by his or herself - and did ALL the cleanup. (If the rude thing was done at dinner then dinner was the next meal that the culprit got to cook.) The meal had to be balanced and be made from scratch (no hot dogs or TV dinners allowed). If a game or practice or TV show was missed, too bad - homework still had to be done.
If we acted up at the table, we were not sent away. Our food would be removed from in front of us, and we had to sit and watch every one else eat. (If we straightened up and sincerely apologized, Mom would let us have a bread and butter sandwich and/or fruit before going to bed. She did not believe in sending us to bed hungry.)
If something new was served to us, we had to at least try it.
We had to eat at least a bite even if we didn't like something. (No one had food allergies so that couldn't be used as an excuse.)
If it was the main course (such as a casserole) we didn't like and wouldn't eat, we could fill up on what left over after everyone else had their fill. We could not get up and fix anything else to eat. The only time Mom cooked something different for us was when she served liver. (Mom disliked liver, too. lol)
We were not allowed to put salt on our food until we tasted it first.
We children almost always set the table (cloth tablecloth, napkins, milk in a pitcher, utensils in the proper place, food served in bowls on the table). If Mom forgot to ask us to put a condiment (ketchup, anyone?) on when we were setting the table, we had to quietly get it on the table before we sat down to eat. We did not get up to get it. Depending on what was being served, we might get away with asking if it was something every one at the table would probably want (for example: butter for rolls or potatoes, ketchup for hot dogs). We knew not to ask for anything to put on a T-bone steak!
We always thanked mom (or who ever) for the meal. We also learned to tell the cook that the meal was good or that we enjoyed a particular dish.
Everyone helped clear the table. Mom and I usually put the food away. We took turns doing the dishes. Someone swept the floor and wiped up spills. Someone else wiped counters and the stove. Many hands truly made light work - even if at the time we didn't think so and even if we did sort of trip over each other.
Almost every night one person would read out loud to the others who were cleaning the kitchen. (I realize now that there was more to this than just hearing what was being read. The parents could see how well we were learning to read, sound out words, grasp meaning from context, etc. This usually involved using dictionaries and encyclopedias. And, it kept us from getting into arguments about who was going to do which chore!)
This routine worked well. It only took once or twice to realize complaining wasn't worth the consequences. Eventually, we (the children) automatically started dinner when we got home from school.
When I was growing up, these were the mealtime rules at our house:
Everyone sat down and ate together. There had to be a really good excuse not to be at the dinner table.
Grace was said before the meal.
No ugly comments, gags, rude noises, or complaining allowed. (I didn't allow my children to do that, either.)
If anyone made a face and/or comment and/or did anything my mom and dad considered to be rude (including bad table manners that weren't corrected after a warning), that person made the next meal by his or herself - and did ALL the cleanup. (If the rude thing was done at dinner then dinner was the next meal that the culprit got to cook.) The meal had to be balanced and be made from scratch (no hot dogs or TV dinners allowed). If a game or practice or TV show was missed, too bad - homework still had to be done.
If we acted up at the table, we were not sent away. Our food would be removed from in front of us, and we had to sit and watch every one else eat. (If we straightened up and sincerely apologized, Mom would let us have a bread and butter sandwich and/or fruit before going to bed. She did not believe in sending us to bed hungry.)
If something new was served to us, we had to at least try it.
We had to eat at least a bite even if we didn't like something. (No one had food allergies so that couldn't be used as an excuse.)
If it was the main course (such as a casserole) we didn't like and wouldn't eat, we could fill up on what left over after everyone else had their fill. We could not get up and fix anything else to eat. The only time Mom cooked something different for us was when she served liver. (Mom disliked liver, too. lol)
We were not allowed to put salt on our food until we tasted it first.
We children almost always set the table (cloth tablecloth, napkins, milk in a pitcher, utensils in the proper place, food served in bowls on the table). If Mom forgot to ask us to put a condiment (ketchup, anyone?) on when we were setting the table, we had to quietly get it on the table before we sat down to eat. We did not get up to get it. Depending on what was being served, we might get away with asking if it was something every one at the table would probably want (for example: butter for rolls or potatoes, ketchup for hot dogs). We knew not to ask for anything to put on a T-bone steak!
We always thanked mom (or who ever) for the meal. We also learned to tell the cook that the meal was good or that we enjoyed a particular dish.
Everyone helped clear the table. Mom and I usually put the food away. We took turns doing the dishes. Someone swept the floor and wiped up spills. Someone else wiped counters and the stove. Many hands truly made light work - even if at the time we didn't think so and even if we did sort of trip over each other.
Almost every night one person would read out loud to the others who were cleaning the kitchen. (I realize now that there was more to this than just hearing what was being read. The parents could see how well we were learning to read, sound out words, grasp meaning from context, etc. This usually involved using dictionaries and encyclopedias. And, it kept us from getting into arguments about who was going to do which chore!)
This routine worked well. It only took once or twice to realize complaining wasn't worth the consequences. Eventually, we (the children) automatically started dinner when we got home from school.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Cranky/Happy/Cranky/Happy/...
This morning, looking south from the sidewalk in front of my house. There is a hill (mountain) hidden in that cloud.
Happy St. Patrick's Day! It's a cranky/happy wintery day. First it was quiet and rather nice outside (even though there is snow on the ground). Then it "blizzarded". Then the sun shone for a few minutes. Then it "blizzarded" again. Now the snow is lazily drifting down. No, the sun is shining!
Corned beef, potato, and cabbage dinner is being served at friend's house this evening. Musical notes here: I don't have to cook dinner. nanner, nanner, nanner. Friend said I cannot contribute toward the dinner, so what to take her??? I know! Hot cocoa mix or mocha mix. If I were rich, I'd buy her a dishwasher, but I'd want to buy myself one, too. :)
Got up to a mess this morning. The dogs? the cat? had spilled the watering can. My own fault! I filled it and set it right where it would get knocked over. To clean up the water, I had to unload a bookcase that was loaded with junk, kitchen appliances, food stuff. The bookcase has real oak laminated to particle board. Right now, about an inch of the veneer looks bad. I have the bookcase on its side so that the bottom will dry. We'll have to wait and see what damage was done.
Sometime today, I need to try to start the pickup, because there are errands to be run. Wish me luck! Makes me so mad, though. I'll go out and try and try to get it started. I'll tell DH that it won't start. You guessed it! He gets in and it fires right up. GRRRR (I do exactly what he tells me to do, and it still won't start for me.) It is "my" pickup. Why does it hate me so much???? lol
Tale of Two Stinky Bath Towels. They smell like a combination of sweat and pet urine even after they are washed. I've tried everything I can think of: Woolite, Clorox 2, hot water, Spray and Wash, Murphy's Oil Soap, lots of baking soda (except chlorine bleach). These two towels are of a different size, different weight, and different color and get washed in different loads. I cannot get the smell out of them. I'm now running one through a second soak cycle with a cup of white vinegar in a small tub of water. Not only do these always get hung up to dry after a shower, but a fan gets turned on them so that they dry fast. And, I think, they are always dried thoroughly (after washing, of course) before I put them away. I've probably spent more trying to get the smell out than it would cost to buy new towels. We have wooden towel racks. Would that cause the problem? If so, why only those two towels???
Something scary. Try this sometime. Put your towels in the washer without adding any laundry aids. Fill tub with rather warm water and agitate. Real SUDS not just air bubbles! I use less detergent than the directions say, and I always use the second rinse option!
I love recycling. I'm not an environmentalist, but I don't like waste. When our (privately run) recycling center closed, I was really upset. For quite a while we saved all the stuff and hauled it to Moscow's recycle center. Well, finally it just got to be too much, so I threw a bunch of it in the trash. Then about four days ago there was an article in our little local rag saying that we can still recycle metal if we take the cans to the transfer station (dump). At least it is something. (I always save aluminum cans to take to Moscow, because we get cash back on those.)
Murphy's Law at work. Last week DH and I broke down and bought a treadmill - a luxury purchase. Late that evening after we got home from Lewiston and moved the furniture so that the treadmill could be set up, I plugged in the vacuum cleaner, and it went "spofffsst". It wasn't even turned on, and sparks flew out of its butt. Now I have to buy a new vacuum cleaner. :(
AHA! I think the vinegar is working. I'm running the towel through one more vinegar wash just to make sure. It must have been mildew causing the odor, although I'm not sure why or how.
What the view south looks like now (11:10 AM). It is gorgeous out - warm, no wind, and bright blue sky.
Blessings!
Happy St. Patrick's Day! It's a cranky/happy wintery day. First it was quiet and rather nice outside (even though there is snow on the ground). Then it "blizzarded". Then the sun shone for a few minutes. Then it "blizzarded" again. Now the snow is lazily drifting down. No, the sun is shining!
Corned beef, potato, and cabbage dinner is being served at friend's house this evening. Musical notes here: I don't have to cook dinner. nanner, nanner, nanner. Friend said I cannot contribute toward the dinner, so what to take her??? I know! Hot cocoa mix or mocha mix. If I were rich, I'd buy her a dishwasher, but I'd want to buy myself one, too. :)
Got up to a mess this morning. The dogs? the cat? had spilled the watering can. My own fault! I filled it and set it right where it would get knocked over. To clean up the water, I had to unload a bookcase that was loaded with junk, kitchen appliances, food stuff. The bookcase has real oak laminated to particle board. Right now, about an inch of the veneer looks bad. I have the bookcase on its side so that the bottom will dry. We'll have to wait and see what damage was done.
Sometime today, I need to try to start the pickup, because there are errands to be run. Wish me luck! Makes me so mad, though. I'll go out and try and try to get it started. I'll tell DH that it won't start. You guessed it! He gets in and it fires right up. GRRRR (I do exactly what he tells me to do, and it still won't start for me.) It is "my" pickup. Why does it hate me so much???? lol
Tale of Two Stinky Bath Towels. They smell like a combination of sweat and pet urine even after they are washed. I've tried everything I can think of: Woolite, Clorox 2, hot water, Spray and Wash, Murphy's Oil Soap, lots of baking soda (except chlorine bleach). These two towels are of a different size, different weight, and different color and get washed in different loads. I cannot get the smell out of them. I'm now running one through a second soak cycle with a cup of white vinegar in a small tub of water. Not only do these always get hung up to dry after a shower, but a fan gets turned on them so that they dry fast. And, I think, they are always dried thoroughly (after washing, of course) before I put them away. I've probably spent more trying to get the smell out than it would cost to buy new towels. We have wooden towel racks. Would that cause the problem? If so, why only those two towels???
Something scary. Try this sometime. Put your towels in the washer without adding any laundry aids. Fill tub with rather warm water and agitate. Real SUDS not just air bubbles! I use less detergent than the directions say, and I always use the second rinse option!
I love recycling. I'm not an environmentalist, but I don't like waste. When our (privately run) recycling center closed, I was really upset. For quite a while we saved all the stuff and hauled it to Moscow's recycle center. Well, finally it just got to be too much, so I threw a bunch of it in the trash. Then about four days ago there was an article in our little local rag saying that we can still recycle metal if we take the cans to the transfer station (dump). At least it is something. (I always save aluminum cans to take to Moscow, because we get cash back on those.)
Murphy's Law at work. Last week DH and I broke down and bought a treadmill - a luxury purchase. Late that evening after we got home from Lewiston and moved the furniture so that the treadmill could be set up, I plugged in the vacuum cleaner, and it went "spofffsst". It wasn't even turned on, and sparks flew out of its butt. Now I have to buy a new vacuum cleaner. :(
AHA! I think the vinegar is working. I'm running the towel through one more vinegar wash just to make sure. It must have been mildew causing the odor, although I'm not sure why or how.
What the view south looks like now (11:10 AM). It is gorgeous out - warm, no wind, and bright blue sky.
Blessings!
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Fleas
Oh, yay, I think we have fleas at our house. What, you say? How did that happen? Let's see...
We have 4 inside dogs, 2 inside cats, and there were 2 other cats visiting over Christmas. The 2 cats that were here at Christmas play with another cat. The humans that belong to those animals visit their friends who have pets.
Everyone of the employees where my husband works has pets. A couple employees even have ferrets, gerbils, mice, chickens, ducks, horses, goats, and sheep besides the prerequisite dogs and cats. (One has to LOVE animals where my husband works. I draw the line at the mice and iguana.)
The brother and sister-in-law that live fairly close have 5 dogs and a cat. One of his sons that often comes to visit always brings his dog, and I think his girlfriend has a cat and dog. My mother has 2 dogs and 3 cats. My other brother and sister-in-law were also here in December. They have a dog and 3 cats, and they are foster "parents" for dogs that are waiting to be placed in new homes. (I couldn't be a foster parent of anything. It would break my heart over and over again.)
Let's see...
My husband also has a repair business (besides a "regular" job) which requires him to make house calls. He has to take in his tool kits and sometimes brings items home to work on. (He tells me that some of the houses he goes into makes our house look "down right" sterile.)
We have attended a funeral and a concert. We've been shopping; we've been to church, the banks, the post office, the library. Besides a couple of customers and some friends, the Schwan's delivery person and piano tuner have been here. On and On and On.
While it was really snowy and cold for a while, we just had a few days of warm sunshine. That's all it takes for the fleas and ticks to show their ugly little bodies. And, once they get inside where it is warm...
I'm off to start cleaning. Now maybe if I had decluttered a bit it wouldn't be such a chore.
We have 4 inside dogs, 2 inside cats, and there were 2 other cats visiting over Christmas. The 2 cats that were here at Christmas play with another cat. The humans that belong to those animals visit their friends who have pets.
Everyone of the employees where my husband works has pets. A couple employees even have ferrets, gerbils, mice, chickens, ducks, horses, goats, and sheep besides the prerequisite dogs and cats. (One has to LOVE animals where my husband works. I draw the line at the mice and iguana.)
The brother and sister-in-law that live fairly close have 5 dogs and a cat. One of his sons that often comes to visit always brings his dog, and I think his girlfriend has a cat and dog. My mother has 2 dogs and 3 cats. My other brother and sister-in-law were also here in December. They have a dog and 3 cats, and they are foster "parents" for dogs that are waiting to be placed in new homes. (I couldn't be a foster parent of anything. It would break my heart over and over again.)
Let's see...
My husband also has a repair business (besides a "regular" job) which requires him to make house calls. He has to take in his tool kits and sometimes brings items home to work on. (He tells me that some of the houses he goes into makes our house look "down right" sterile.)
We have attended a funeral and a concert. We've been shopping; we've been to church, the banks, the post office, the library. Besides a couple of customers and some friends, the Schwan's delivery person and piano tuner have been here. On and On and On.
While it was really snowy and cold for a while, we just had a few days of warm sunshine. That's all it takes for the fleas and ticks to show their ugly little bodies. And, once they get inside where it is warm...
I'm off to start cleaning. Now maybe if I had decluttered a bit it wouldn't be such a chore.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Great Day in the Mornin'
If you are squeamish, please don't read any further.
I'm actually in a really good mood. The funny thing is I shouldn't be.
When I went to put the dogs out this morning, one or both of the dogs (that stay downstairs) had been sick - both ends. What a disgusting mess. It was so bad that in a several spots it was soaked clear through two layers of really thick cardboard, the carpet, the pad, and into the wood. Luckily, most of the actual mess was on the cardboard, so that was easy to dispose of. But, most of the rest of the carpet was soaked and the pad was pretty damp. So, I spent my whole morning ripping out the carpet and pad in half of the back room and doing a quick clean up of the floor. (The rest of the room is blocked off and used for storage.) Luckily, the carpet was in bad shape before this happened. (In a little while I'll go put down a sheet of plastic and put flattened cardboard boxes over the top.)
About lunch time, I remembered I hadn't taken anything out of the freezer for dinner. When I opened the freezer door I got a face full of frozen food - hard packages of meat that after hitting me in the face fell and landed on my toes.
Then, I decided that since the ice finally melted from in front of the garage door, I'd better get the potting soil out of the garage so that I can take care of the house plants that the kitten tried to destroy. I opened the garage door. The rolling cart for scooting under the car fell (why was it standing on end just inside the door???) and scraped down my shins while a garbage bag of recycling hit me in the head (recycling has to go to another town) and the plastic end of leaf rake hit me in the face (why wasn't it hung up?). Also, several empty cardboard boxes fell over. I did screech; I don't know if I swore or not. Did I get the potting soil? NO. DH has old computers stacked on top of the sacks of potting soil (HUH?). I was no way in .... going to move those heavy things. (And to think that DH didn't want me to buy potting soil the other day because "we have some in the garage".)
I should be used to this by now. It really, really is a good thing that I am in a good mood. I'm even going to be nice and cook dinner.
I'm actually in a really good mood. The funny thing is I shouldn't be.
When I went to put the dogs out this morning, one or both of the dogs (that stay downstairs) had been sick - both ends. What a disgusting mess. It was so bad that in a several spots it was soaked clear through two layers of really thick cardboard, the carpet, the pad, and into the wood. Luckily, most of the actual mess was on the cardboard, so that was easy to dispose of. But, most of the rest of the carpet was soaked and the pad was pretty damp. So, I spent my whole morning ripping out the carpet and pad in half of the back room and doing a quick clean up of the floor. (The rest of the room is blocked off and used for storage.) Luckily, the carpet was in bad shape before this happened. (In a little while I'll go put down a sheet of plastic and put flattened cardboard boxes over the top.)
About lunch time, I remembered I hadn't taken anything out of the freezer for dinner. When I opened the freezer door I got a face full of frozen food - hard packages of meat that after hitting me in the face fell and landed on my toes.
Then, I decided that since the ice finally melted from in front of the garage door, I'd better get the potting soil out of the garage so that I can take care of the house plants that the kitten tried to destroy. I opened the garage door. The rolling cart for scooting under the car fell (why was it standing on end just inside the door???) and scraped down my shins while a garbage bag of recycling hit me in the head (recycling has to go to another town) and the plastic end of leaf rake hit me in the face (why wasn't it hung up?). Also, several empty cardboard boxes fell over. I did screech; I don't know if I swore or not. Did I get the potting soil? NO. DH has old computers stacked on top of the sacks of potting soil (HUH?). I was no way in .... going to move those heavy things. (And to think that DH didn't want me to buy potting soil the other day because "we have some in the garage".)
I should be used to this by now. It really, really is a good thing that I am in a good mood. I'm even going to be nice and cook dinner.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Cluttered by the Decluttering Blitz
It's everywhere. All we hear about is declutter, declutter, declutter. Buy this book on how to organize, indiscriminately throw 27 things away, get rid of everything you don't need right now. On and on and on.
On November 21, 2008, I joined FLY just to see what it was about. After several hours of "arguing" with my computer, I finally got a new email account set up and started to receive messages from FLY. In approximately 53 days I have received hundreds of emails from the FLYLady and her ilk. Today I deleted 598 unread messages. Remember that is less than 2 months! That is an average of almost 12 a day. Think how many more it would be if I knew how many read emails I have previously deleted.
I should have known better when I saw the FLYLady web page. Talk about CLUTTER! The site gives me a headache. (See Flylady.net) Oh, and they sell things - t-shirts, diaries, calendars, etc. - more clutter!
So now that I've got that off my chest, I'm going unsubscribe to Fly Lady and see if I can close that email account. You might have noticed that I already deleted one blog. I'll start decluttering by getting rid of some time-wasters.
My apologies to those who like the FLYLady.
On November 21, 2008, I joined FLY just to see what it was about. After several hours of "arguing" with my computer, I finally got a new email account set up and started to receive messages from FLY. In approximately 53 days I have received hundreds of emails from the FLYLady and her ilk. Today I deleted 598 unread messages. Remember that is less than 2 months! That is an average of almost 12 a day. Think how many more it would be if I knew how many read emails I have previously deleted.
I should have known better when I saw the FLYLady web page. Talk about CLUTTER! The site gives me a headache. (See Flylady.net) Oh, and they sell things - t-shirts, diaries, calendars, etc. - more clutter!
So now that I've got that off my chest, I'm going unsubscribe to Fly Lady and see if I can close that email account. You might have noticed that I already deleted one blog. I'll start decluttering by getting rid of some time-wasters.
My apologies to those who like the FLYLady.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Haven't done a blasted thing
I haven't cleaned anything - except swiping at the bathrooms and doing the dishes.
Would someone give me moral support, please? The kitten knocked over several house plants - dirt every where. There is kicked out cat litter (YUCK) on the floor and mixed with the dirt. Also, the kitten? knocked over a bunch of invoices and other papers on top of this (double YUCK).
Why or how did this happen? The litter box is in my office which is also where the house plants are. There really isn't anywhere else to put the litter box. The bathroom is too small.
To repot the plants, I'll have to have someone get me a bag of potting soil. I'm sure the pickup won't start and/or stay running (it is cold-blooded) for me to go get the soil myself. There are two large bags of it in the garage, but getting to them is almost impossible. The garage door (old fashion kind that opens out) is blocked by at least a foot of solid ice. To get to them from the inside would almost be as much work as chipping the ice.
Would someone give me moral support, please? The kitten knocked over several house plants - dirt every where. There is kicked out cat litter (YUCK) on the floor and mixed with the dirt. Also, the kitten? knocked over a bunch of invoices and other papers on top of this (double YUCK).
Why or how did this happen? The litter box is in my office which is also where the house plants are. There really isn't anywhere else to put the litter box. The bathroom is too small.
To repot the plants, I'll have to have someone get me a bag of potting soil. I'm sure the pickup won't start and/or stay running (it is cold-blooded) for me to go get the soil myself. There are two large bags of it in the garage, but getting to them is almost impossible. The garage door (old fashion kind that opens out) is blocked by at least a foot of solid ice. To get to them from the inside would almost be as much work as chipping the ice.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
27 things - growl & laugh
One email about decluttering said to throw away 27 things. I don't know when that was posted, and I don't care. But, I am NOT going to throw away 27 things just to throw things away as suggested. That email made me mad. That is why I wondered if it was such a good idea to sign up to FLY. Now I have another email account with dozens of new emails to look at. These may not clutter the house, but it does clutter my brain and my time.
On the bright side, the post made me mad enough to clean out the medicine cabinet and clear off the bathroom counter. I did gather up several bottles of lotion and hair stuff and gave them to my friend's teenage daughter. (Now my friend can deal with the clutter - smile.) I did get the overnight bags repacked. (The stuff was strewn all over the bedroom and bathroom.) I did throw out some outdated medicine, and I did put more than 27 things away.
Ya suppose that making us "mad" was the purpose of the email? lol
On the bright side, the post made me mad enough to clean out the medicine cabinet and clear off the bathroom counter. I did gather up several bottles of lotion and hair stuff and gave them to my friend's teenage daughter. (Now my friend can deal with the clutter - smile.) I did get the overnight bags repacked. (The stuff was strewn all over the bedroom and bathroom.) I did throw out some outdated medicine, and I did put more than 27 things away.
Ya suppose that making us "mad" was the purpose of the email? lol
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