One mans trash is another mans trash to deal with now. My favorite way to restore furniture is to return it back to it’s original state. That is, dust. Throw the old piece of furniture into the garbage where it belongs. Go buy you some fresh new quality furniture. Keep those furniture makers employed, or better yet, make your own!
I used to love the shower heads at Holiday Inn express, but since their beds are so uncomfortable I had to switch to Hilton hotels. I believe that Hilton uses Waterpik or Speakman, both are nice, but can’t compete with Kohler. I just wish I could find a nice metal Kohler shower head. I bought one, but it was plastic and mount broke after a year. The replacement part was almost as much as a shower head. So I just buy new shower heads every few years now. I know you can clean them with a zip lock bag and whatever miracle liquid cleaner is on the market, but I know that there is still crud behind the nozzles deeper than the cleaner fluids can reach.
I’m not impressed by many products but this new slide litter by Arm & Hammer is pretty great. Nothing worse than scraping off dried diarrhea from a stressed out kitty off the bottom of the litter box. While not the best smelling cat litter on the market, it smells better and covers the odor of cat urine and feces. Combine this with a litter genie and unless someone sees your cat, they surely won’t smell it. This litter almost has a play dough like consistency once it reacts tot he cat pee, it kind of reminds me of litter critters.
People are always saying this about their children. However, it’s very sad to me. Usually people say this when they haven’t seen your kids in awhile because of the lapse in time periods makes it seem as if the child is growing at an alarming rate. It’s even worse if a parent says this about their own kids. It makes me think that you are not paying attention to your kid. Unless you are injecting your kids with HGH or they have a pituitary gland disorder then your kids are probably growing at a normal pace for a human. Or maybe it’s just a figure of speech, who knows!
Wait until your neighbor cuts their grass. Then you go measure the height and set your blade lower so that it makes theirs look like they didn’t cut it at all. If they come back and cut it again so that it’s lower than yours then set your yard on fire.
If you are married then stop calling it date night. You are no longer dating, you are now married. Unless you are committing adultery or eating bunch of phoenix dactylifera then it’s just a night out with your wife, husband, wifband, husbife, or whatever our country had defined two wedded partners to be.