During my latest round of afternoon tv, a commercial came on where the dad spills bar-be-que sauce on the tablecloth, gives a "no problem" look to the kids because he knows he has the perfect stain remover, and has the tablecloth washed, dried, and back in place by the time the mom gets home. Whatever.
At my house, the tablecloth would stay on the table along with all the dirty dishes (provided I'm not there to motivate anyone else to do it). Don't get me wrong... my kids can clean a kitchen and leave everything spotless within thirty minutes flat... they just need that mom-inspired motivation to do so. Before we had a dishwasher, I use to joke that I, in fact, had three: Nick, Andrew, and Katelyn. They use to rotate with one kid having the week off while the other two washed and dried. They still do that, it's just with an actual dishwasher now. Yeah. They have it made.
But that has nothing to do with bar-be-que sauce and a tablecloth. At any rate, if you want to remove a stain before the mom gets home, Tide evidently can do the trick and she'll never know what you've been up to. Thank goodness for progress in the laundry department.
By the way, my lunch time with The Young and the Restless and another pepperoni hot pocket carried over to The Bold and the Beautiful and two double-stuffed oreos. I have to say, for better or worse, I was rather impressed. No twisted love triangles or glamorous big-money deals taking place, just a half hour focused on one woman's (Stephanie's) introduction to the homeless of the inner-city. Looks to be a interesting storyline, but I think I best break my habit before it becomes too comfortable (and let me tell you, a recliner with an open-door breeze and a curled-up cat is a very comfortable picture). Yep, I think I'm gonna have to move this party outside and away from the allure of Hollywood.
And with that, back to the Shenandoah Valley and Jackson's brilliant military strategy, chapter fourteen.
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