Two Steps Back ...or, God Still Thinks I'm Funny and I Don't Blame Him

I was on a roll this morning. The laundry's in the machine. The children are learning with a minimum of fuss. The kitchen floor is mopped. Yes, I was feeling fine and congratulating myself on my efficiency.

The kitchen would be sparkling by the time the Computer Guy came home for lunch.


I reached under the sink for cleanser to put the finishing touches on the stove top, that trusty green can of cleanliness.  Not the usual brand, but we're bargain shoppers here.  Green can, under the sink=cleanser.

I was scrubbing and humming happily to myself.  I started thinking that this new cleaner wasn't all it was cracked up to be.   It smells bad, and makes a weird paste on everything I try to clean.  Who was the cheapskate who bought this cr*p anyway?

I looked at the label for directions.  Was I doing this wrong?  I've never claimed to be the world's best housekeeper, but how dumb do you have to be to forget how to scrub a stove?

There were no instructions on the back.  I just kept scrubbing.  This is possibly the worst kitchen cleaner ever.  Once I get it off of my appliances, I'm definitely writing a letter to tell them how awful their product is.  Just let me get a look at this label.  Maybe there's a phone number on here to call customer service and complain.

On second thought, somehow I don't think they'll be surprised that it doesn't clean that well at all.