Confession: I HATE to do dishes. I loathe the dishes. I would rather scrub a million dirty toilets than do the dishes. And, I swear they never stop. Even if I don't cook anything all day, I have to start the dishwasher at least once. How I lived, like, 2 years without a dishwasher is beyond me. I raise my dish-washed glass to the Amish. You go!
So, anyway. I willalways occasionally let my pans soak in the sink for a night or two.... (or five).
And then, this happens.
Yeah, you can judge me. I'm filthy. I'm a filthy, filthy girl. I need a spanking.
I used to just live with these stupid rust rings in my sink, waiting until they would disappear. Until one day I Googled (really spell check, "googled" isn't a word? Get with the times!) "How to get rust stains out of a white sink" and the Google God's introduced me to:
Talk about a poisonous, fume filled, little miracle in a bottle. I love it! Now, as you can see, just a couple little squirts on the rust spots and.... wait for it...
The stains are pretty much gone! No scrubbing. Like I said, a poisonous miracle, right?!
Then, I just do a little touch up with my bald BF, Mr. Clean and his Magic Eraser (this post has me wondering if I'm slowly killing us with all the chemicals I put in my kitchen sink) and the sink now shines like the top of the Chrysler building! Name that show. I will give you $1.
I hope my little tip helps all you d!rty girls out there!
And because no blog of mine is complete w/o a little Diva action, here you go!
So, anyway. I will
And then, this happens.
Yeah, you can judge me. I'm filthy. I'm a filthy, filthy girl. I need a spanking.
I used to just live with these stupid rust rings in my sink, waiting until they would disappear. Until one day I Googled (really spell check, "googled" isn't a word? Get with the times!) "How to get rust stains out of a white sink" and the Google God's introduced me to:
Talk about a poisonous, fume filled, little miracle in a bottle. I love it! Now, as you can see, just a couple little squirts on the rust spots and.... wait for it...
The stains are pretty much gone! No scrubbing. Like I said, a poisonous miracle, right?!
Then, I just do a little touch up with my bald BF, Mr. Clean and his Magic Eraser (this post has me wondering if I'm slowly killing us with all the chemicals I put in my kitchen sink) and the sink now shines like the top of the Chrysler building! Name that show. I will give you $1.
I hope my little tip helps all you d!rty girls out there!
And because no blog of mine is complete w/o a little Diva action, here you go!
