'Dirty Girls'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Huh. I don't think I've ever had mold in the shower, that I've noticed. I did have a Buffy the Backside Slayer bar rot in the soapdish, which was pretty disgusting. But no mold.
A solution to Lush stains in the tub wouldn't be amiss, though. (The Magic Eraser was a total bust, btw.)
Brenda!
Huh. I don't think I've ever had mold in the shower, that I've noticed.
Maybe I mean mildew. So, they aren't interchangeable? The dark brown stuff that shows up between the tiles.
Also, I may have inhaled too much ammonia and/or bleach (but not at the same time)
I think it's mildew, but I bet mildew is a form of mold, however I bet even more money I'm too lazy to google and find out.
Mildew is mold, but not sentient. it made me say that to put you off the trail. don't listen! fear it! FEAR IT!
Cindy, I just got back, and I see Scott already went out, but I had one of the contour pillows. It rocked.
"I am rather blue today, plus my butt itches. Woe! Just pick me the fuck up already! You don't need to wipe your ass! Why must you torture me so?!" or, "I'm soooooo fucking bored. Christ. Where's that thing that was so amusing yesterday? You know. The thing. With the colors. You know what I mean! Just get it, okay?! Fuck you!"
This cracked me up. So very true.
BWAH! Hec, it's so true.
Nora, we had the exact same shower box some years ago. The shower was a little tiled closet with a vent in the ceiling but no light. Guests called it the Grotto, and woe betide the claustrophobic showerer. Also, when you turned the water on, some magic of physics would pull the air up the vent, which made the shower curtain get sucked into the shower and engulf the person in there in a clammy plastic embrace.
First time Robert's uncle used the shower we heard his scream from the living room when the shower curtain attacked him.
"I am rather blue today, plus my butt itches. Woe! Just pick me the fuck up already! You don't need to wipe your ass! Why must you torture me so?!" or, "I'm soooooo fucking bored. Christ. Where's that thing that was so amusing yesterday? You know. The thing. With the colors. You know what I mean! Just get it, okay?! Fuck you!"
Oh noes. I think posts are getting eaten again.
I am just testing
Hmm. I was going to say I think Cindy's trying to tell us something.
My baby can talk, and yet? Came home to find her father icing Jake's birthday cake, and the baby in the living room, bare-assed. Pants and diaper flung off, and herself watching Blue's Clues. When I asked her why she took off her clothes, she said, "Nap."
Okay.