Unfuck Your Habitat

I'm sitting here waiting for the Devil to come and collect my soul as payment for the Magic Erasers, because clearly nothing this amazing comes without a price. I had no idea my bathtub could sparkle AND NOW IT DOES. So do all my sinks. IT EVEN POLISHED MY ENGAGEMENT RING WHILE I WAS CLEANING. I can't believe I waited so long to buy Magic Erasers. I will never buy another cleaning product again. Except for vinegar. And baking soda. Thanks UfYH!

Ok, so I'm a little late to the vinegar party, but now that I'm here I don't think I'll ever buy another cleaning product. I just cleaned off all the grease and brown stains from my tea kettle and kitchen sink using vinegar, baking soda, and hot water. IT WAS LIKE MAGIC. Unfucking with vinegar FTW!

Yesterday when I got home from work I did a 20/10. Only... I almost couldn't. I almost DID NOT HAVE ENOUGH TO DO during a 20 minute period because my house has reached such a perfect state of unfucked over the last few months of dedicated unfucking. Seriously it was revolutionary. Once I took out the trash, got some loads of laundry going, scrubbed the bathtub, and put the winter comforter away I had 4 minutes left. And it's all because of you. :)

This morning I unfucked both bathrooms. But was that enough for this bad-ass? Hell no! While the boyfriend mounted the knife and spoon racks (Christmas gifts) in the kitchen, I unfucked the tool box, the junk drawer, and the random box of crap we didn't know what to do with. LIKE A COUPLA BOSSES. Boyfriend is new to unfucking, but after today's huge success, I think he's a convert. :)

So my partner is 6'7" tall and has this weird tendency to just... put things on top of higher things. On top of the armoir, on top of the kitchen cabinets, on top of the high shelf in our living room. I think he subconsciously assumes that if I (5'5") can't see it, then I won't ask him to clean it up. Anyway, today's unfucking task: Me, a step-ladder, and gathering up all the random shit that he's stuck on top of things and putting them in their proper places. LET THE UNFUCKING COMMENCE.

Last night I unfucked my morning so hard I even had a whole ten minutes to eat breakfast before I went to work! That never happens. It was GLORIOUS. And I'm going to do it again tonight.

Dog = UNFUCKED. I stuck all his bedding and his coat in the washing machine, washed his dishes and the rubber mat they sit on, then scrubbed down the corner where he eats. And the coup de grace: I'm rolling up my sleeves to give him a bath AS WE SPEAK.