of mites and men

I have a new addiction: Clorox disinfectant spray (no bleach!). Before your eyeballs fall out, what I actually meant was that I love cleaning with that thing. It's convenient...and handy....and multipurpose. Plus, it doesn't have that sickening synthetic aerosol smell.

After a long day of holding your #2 (wink wink), Clorox spray will save you. After finding out that you have an inch-thick mound of dust underneath the TV set and you need some form of liquid to wipe it with otherwise dust will spread around the room like a third-world country snow storm, Clorox spray will save you. I just love it!

It's Lent, but I suppose God will allow indulging with cleanliness. Plus, summer break is just around the corner, so a general summer cleaning is in order. I'm not normally the domesticated type but it's inappropriate to live in an uninhabitable place.

And yes, I would appreciate a year's supply of Clorox disinfectant spray (the pink version that smells flowery). It doesn't have CFCs, I think...I have to check again, otherwise before someone corrects me; no, don't use aerosols! Save the ozone layer (if it's still a layer)...or the ozone patch.

I shouldn't be kidding around with the environment. I'm sorry. But I'm still infatuated with Clorox spray.