Unfuck Your Habitat

ella-ventic:

Shower curtain is as clean as I can make it, and I tried to get the shower rail too (difficult because I’m short! Do people usually clean with ladders?), and I spent the rest of the 20 beginning the De-Mildewing Robot Adventures. Did you know you can get writer’s cramp from a bleach pen? You so totally can.

On the other hand, the tub went from this: 

to this: 

(That dark line is just the shadow of the shower curtain. It’s clean, I promise!)

The De-Mildewing Robot still has to work its (well, her, ‘cause SPOILER: The De-Mildewing Robot is me!) way around the walls, but that right there? That is a tub you could take a bath in. Though I don’t know why you’d want to. Never really understood the appeal of baths. Okay, we’re possibly getting a little too much of a glimpse into my psyche right there.

And in case you’re wondering, the floor is just as gross as it ever was. But that is best left for tomorrow, for tomorrow is Floor Day!

FLOOR DAY!

(Your tags made me crack up.)