Today I successfully got rid of a stain on my tub that has been bugging me since we moved in three years ago. No amount of scrubbing would get it off, but I finally found a product that did it. It took approximately 2 minutes.
Is it bad that I got more satisfaction out of this victory than pretty much anything else I've done this year? I'm just so happy I no longer have to look at that gross brown stain every time I wash my hair.
Perhaps this is the apotheosis of middle age?
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We had a similar wall scrubbing situation this past weekend, where each person was equipped with a magic eraser and we scrubbed ten years of grime of our walls.
Oh, that sounds immensely satisfying. Hard to imagine my children cleaning something rather than destroying something. Maybe in 5 years.
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