« Dames ain't nuthin' but trouble. | Main | Blogging under the influence. »

Take my word for it, I'm not the wifey type. I sleep late. I don't know a lick about housework. And look at these hips. No way.

We all know, by now, that I am domestically challenged. I hate cleaning, but I love cleaning products. I am always sure that this next cleaning product or tool will be the one that makes every come together for me. My house will stay relatively clean, I will become more organized, Pru will learn to scoop her own litterbox, squirrels will frolic on my weedless lawn, and cute boys will trip over themselves to bring me cold, fruity umbrella drinks while I recline on a spotless chez lounge with a book and some bon-bons. What exactly are bon-bons by the way?

This is my latest want: The Hoover Floormate Spin Scrub 800. I took one look at it, and I knew that it was the implement of cleaning that would change everything in my life. For $300. The only problem is, I already have a $550 Dyson DC14 Animal Vacuum cleaner. For $550, you would expect some general overall improvement in my life. But the fact of the matter is, if I don't a: pick up the crap on the floor and b: turn the vacuum on and run it over the carpet, it does very little. Except look nice, and purple, and powerful. So how can a $300 Hoover even hope to help me?

In the end, I settled for this:

Kaboom

Kaboom Bowl Blaster Foaming Toilet Cleaner. Because I like cleaning products that mention EXPLOSIONS. And this one has both a KABOOM and a BLAST.

Comments

Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.

Merry Maids...that's all I am saying.

Cool, but I am thinking that this might be even better.

I used to vacuum obsessively. I think it was stress related. I used to do it at 2am in the morning when getting home from work, well OK, from the bar after work. The cats left hair everywhere, so I'd hoover. The neighbours would bang on the walls. I had cleaners for a while, but got even more stressed and used to vacumm (hoover for British readers) before they came.

Being a 'neatnik' is as bad as being 'domestically challenged', just the opposite extreme.

I never used those auto loo bowl cleaner things, I always worried about cats and children drinking out of the bowl.

I am in the middle of a Drink Jack moment, and can therefore only suggest the following link to help you with your cleaning:
http://www.wellcoolstuff.com/thestore/prods/FAIYSM.html

If you really want a kaboom, just try gasoline and a match. That'll clear up pretty much any problem you've got.

Someone once told me Windex and Comet would make a ka-BOOM! in the toilet, but I didn't test the theory.

The first time I saw a Kaboom commercial I thought it was a parody ... Kaboom!? You gotta be kidding me.

I keep trying to find the perfect pen. Something that spits out a nice, medium, unbroken line. In blue. With the perfect pen I would have a signature to die for -- not the crappy chicken scratching I currently see at the bottom of my Visa receipts. My checkbook would balance itself. Supermodels would beg me to autograph their tummies. If I only had the right pen.