Nature's Miracle

Yes, Nature's Miracle really works!

Lucky decided to do a lovely bile heave as I was having my morning tea, so my day started with a quick run to the local pet supply store. And the stain is gone.

I even tried it on a couple small old stains, left by the previous owner's poodle. Sprayed it on and left it to soak for an hour (as recommended for severe or old stains). Came back and was aghast to see that the previously beigy stain was now the color of graphite. But it all blotted right up onto a paper towel & that stain is gone too!

Yes, I now get excited by things like this. It was like when we were going to look at houses with our realtor. All of a sudden I'm standing in someone's back yard, saying "wow, that's a lovely hedge". And then I said, "holy shit, what is wrong with me? I'm admiring hedging. Just shoot me." And the realtor nearly fell over laughing.

Roo is very tired. I'm forbidden to have any more brilliant ideas. Stripping the furniture? Not a good idea. It's taking bloody forever, has crapped out the whole garage & is stinking up the house. I can feel my brain cells dying from inhaling this stuff.

Dishwasher? Not a good idea. The quiet one wasn't quiet, the installation was a total bitch because the parquet floor in the kitchen is built up to the cabinets (rather than the cabinets being on top of it) & so the hole through which you have to get the sucker in is just a tad smaller than it has to be. So in the last couple weeks, Roo has taken out an old dishwasher, installed a new one, removed the new one, and replaced the old one - in a too tight space. Much swearing. And blood shed. It's not a home improvement project until you've shed blood sacrifice to the home improvement gods.

The kids were having some inane snarky conversation at dinner yesterday and I jokingly started to list appropriate dinner table topics. Gardening. Holidays you've taken or plan to take. Amusing anecdotes. Books you've read. Perhaps current events but steer clear of politics or religion.

To which Roo added, and don't mention dishwashers to me ever again.

And Amelia said, but mom, we always talk about politics at dinner.

Which is true. And is going to stay true because we can't talk about politics AFTER dinner anymore because the old dishwasher has lost its insulation in the excitement of having a sightseeing holiday in the garage, and now sounds like a 747. But Roo is insisting that it's fine and he bellows over it that it's not that loud!!!