My tub is sparkling now. As is the rest of my bathroom. Except for the places where Battle Clariol Natural Instinct's Nutmeg versus the Bubbles of Scrub came down in favor of the semi-perm.
Oxyclean always gets the kink out of my hippie bathtubs, but then again, I only use Level 2. So, maybe?
This will be the next effort. Though with the rest of the bathroom clean, it is reading more as "stain" and less as "yucky dirt." So it will be after I get a little farther in the cleaning process.
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When I moved into this house six years ago, my parent's gave me a card that says, "Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful." It's a quote from William Morris.
My problem is that if I have something I don't like, I tend to feel too guilty to just toss it. This is extreme in the whole beauty and primping and general hygiene area. I have shampoos, lotions, bath gels that have been opened and rejected. Often without being used but some that I halfheartedly kept trying to like.
Can I donate them anywhere? Like to a battered women's shelter so that I can both do something nice and also clear out some of this guilty clutter? I have no idea how to go about this.
I have got to get rid of it, but I really really prefer to not just throw out perfectly good products.
My nephew is a hoot. We did out annual Boxing Day visit to my brother's house to see what my nephew got for Xmas, and my nephew and his friend put on a show for us. It was a series of skits that consisted mainly of one joke and then a fake fight/pratfall. It was hilarious. And the thing that
killed
me is that they handed out evaluation/comment sheet before hand so that we can rate their "comedy fest" on a scale of one to ten, and tell them their favourite act.
I missed the first half of the Dr. Who Xmas show. Damn!
I know I've read about organizations like that, Cass, but I don't know of any names off the top of my head.
And in "What the fuck is wrong with people?" news, a 67-year-old woman put her husband in a suitcase after he died in their Upper East Side apartment and left him there until neighbors noticed the smell:
Police arrived at the woman's apartment Monday and found her 87-year-old husband in the suitcase, Det. John Sweeney said.
The woman appeared confused about how long her husband had been dead, said police.
"He wanted to be buried in Arizona. She wanted to take him to Arizona to be buried," Sweeney said.
They just showed a preview of the next series of Dr. Who and it contained a clip of ASH looking terrifying. Whoo!
Just got back from Brokeback. My throat is swollen shut and I'm completely shattered.
I thought I was dying to talk about it, but I can't string together the right words.
"He wanted to be buried in Arizona. She wanted to take him to Arizona to be buried," Sweeney said.
Isn't it easier to shove him into a coffin and FedEx the sucker?
I know I've read about organizations like that, Cass, but I don't know of any names off the top of my head.
I thought I had too, but I am just getting nowhere with the googling and calling. I mean, there are people out there who can use these things, I just want to
find
them.
I suppose I can just start packing some of it up this week and hope that eventually I can find someplace that will take it. Or, more likely, that the someone in the hivemind will know where.
In this case, I suspect dementia brought on by either grief or early onset senility.
edit: That's in reference to the lady who stuffed her hubby's corpse into the suitcase, not Cass' grooming products dilemma.
Oh darling, the Brokeback facter. It doesn't go away for a while, even if you sleep on it. Once you muddle it out, we'll be hear to pick up your bits and pieces.
