Wednesday, March 22, 2006
First, let's just be thankful that Tiny Cat Pants is not all failed home improvement all the time. Then, let's get on to the gory details. Saraclark and Peg were right. I ran that zipper thing down the sink and pulled up some black sludge the likes of which I hope to never see again. I couldn't get it down the tub drain, sadly, because of how the drain is set up, so I was unable to discover any weird gross things down there. I did, however, pick up this awesome foaming cleaning stuff that they say you just have to spray on and wipe off. I wish I were kidding when I tell you that I had no idea how gross my shower was until I saw the grime this stuff pulled off. Now, I'm making a half-hearted attempt to finally clean the kitchen. I've been half-assing my way through it since yesterday and finally, I think I can clean the stovetop and the counters and call it done. As for the door, Sarcastro came over to "help." So, really, I got him some water and admitted that I would not have been able to do it myself and he took care of everything like a true pro. Then, not only did he put the door back on, he rigged it so that it will swing shut on its own, which was a step beyond what I'd hoped to accomplish myself. I'm thrilled. Maybe I should make him a commemorative plaque to show my appreciation.