2. Shower surrounds. There's something about cleaning shower surrounds that aggravates me. Thankfully, Tracy cleaned our two surrounds yesterday. I feel like you scrub and scrub and never make any progress and the chemical smells overwhelm you. At least I'm not that hairy like the pube brothers (Who found a pube in their
3. Ovens. That self-cleaning function is a joke. You put it on self-clean, it stinks up your entire house and there's still crusty stuff you have to clean out. As a bonus, I'll add that cleaning under the burners can be painful at times. Kind of like a night being forced to listen to an entire Amy Winehouse album.
4. Refrigerators. It never fails that I spill something in there fumbling around in a hunger haze. Of course, I'm too worried about my next snack so I don't clean it up immediately. And, let's not forget about those new fancy upside down ketchup bottles that always seem to leak in the door. Cleaning the fridge is worse than being forced to watch Dr. Phil and Maury back to back.
5. Ceiling fans. I'd much rather put up a ceiling fan than clean it. There's an inside joke to that one, so if you're not on the inside you're missing out. Today I cleaned our ceiling fan blades and ate dust as it rained down on me. The dust was just a pre-game snack because we're off to In and Out burger for an early dinner ... the first time I've hit it up since I moved here in October and Tracy's first time ever!
2 comments:
I love inside jokes... Would you rather clean a toaster at the pube brother's house or put up a ceiling fan while soaking yourself in water poured from the toilet brush cup?
Definitely clean the toaster. I'll leave the toilet brush cup water for Paul to enjoy.
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