Blackened, crusty, greasy and gross.
I will sometimes clean out the thingies under the burners, but the rings around the burners rarely get any attention.
I started with baking soda, which took some of the black stuff off, but then I had to use Easy Off to really get anywhere. It is not perfect, but it looks a million times better.
Even more baking soda and a toothbrush didn’t get the baked on grease along the rim of each burner, but I’m satisfied with the outcome.
That was rhetorical. Of course it is.
OH MY GOD THE PILES OF MAIL. You have ‘em. I have ‘em. They’re OUT OF CONTROL. We’re dealing with them, folks. We’re dealing with them. Those of you with paper shredders, fire ‘em up. No shredder? Get a box or shopping bag at the ready. Sort, file, shred, toss, DEAL WITH YOUR MAIL. This is a big job for many of us, so let’s work in 20/10s (make sure your shredder doesn’t overheat, OK?).
NOW, BONUS CHALLENGE: to help make sure those piles don’t get out of control again, let’s get your name and address on these anti-junk mail lists:
OptOutPreScreen (for credit card offers)
DMAchoice (for other junk mail)
(both of these are links from the FTC website. I have used them both, but have no official endorsement or knowledge blah blah blah.)
Don’t forget, any bills you sign up to pay online and no longer receive by mail will help keep the paper coming into your house way down.
BONUS BONUS CHALLENGE:
For those of you who don’t have a paper shredder, or those of you who do but have an unmanageable amount of paper to deal with, Google “community shred [your state/town/area]” and you can often find collection spots and dates where you can bring your boxes of stuff and they shred it, free, right in front of you. There’s probably one coming up soonish. Mark your calendar.
OK, this one was TERRIBLE. I’m sorry. I hate it, too. But did you make some progress?
So I had a messy apartment. Then I discovered Unfuck Your Habitat, and worked hard on it, and had a less messy apartment, and lo, it was good. Then I got pretty depressed (again) and had a messy apartment (again). I’m less depressed now, and have more free time to boot, so it’s back to unfucking. I’m trying to ease in slowly, because that way lies sustainable momentum, and also: it’s the weekend. Come on.
So I set my alarm for 20 minutes, and attacked the coffee table:
(with bonus supervisory cat!)
In less than 20 minutes, I had this:
(with a different supervising cat; apparently it was shift-change time.)
And I had enough time left on the clock to gather up something for a return to Radio Shack, put all my shoes and scarves away in the closet, throw away some junk mail, and get myself a glass of ice water as a reward for all that hard work. Yes!
Even though it’s Sunday.