The post where I will NOT talk about the noisiest family at church – Hive and Nest

You know what the really crummy thing about having lots of readers who know me in real life?  My ability to tell funny and mean stories/complain about people is severely thwarted.  For example, there is someone coming to visit me in a while and this person, although nice, causes me a great deal of stress.  My eyelid is already twitching, the first sign of stress in my life (the second being my back tied into knots in between my shoulder blades.  It not only hurts but makes it impossible to turn my neck.)  But I can’t tell you who it is because somebody somewhere will say something to that person.  Or that person may actually read this blog.  It’s cramping my style!

I love to talk about all the weird things that people I know do.  But you might know that person. Or might actually be that person.  So I can’t say anything.  That’s a drag. 

So now I’m stuck talking about things like makeup and Sandra Bullock’s new baby (which makes me so happy.  I don’t really know why, but I’m totally jazzed for her.  And now I hate that skank of a husband even more),  and Krud Kutter which is made of pure magic.

 It used to be you could only get Krud Kutter at paint stores but now you can find it just about anywhere (well, Target and Home Depot which are two of my favorite places*).  It got all the marker off of Ada’s old crib, dresser and walls (I had tried 409, Mr Clean Eraser and Goo Gone to no avail).  If you use it with a toothbrush it will get your sneakers (including the soles!) sparkling white.  It even takes off dried latex paint  (I can vouch for the paint claims.  I tend to be really gung ho when I start painting and always forget the drop cloth until it’s too late.  I never learn my lesson!)   This is how much I love the stuff:  I don’t even mind that they spell Krud Kutter with K’s and not C’s (normally a huge pet peeve).  

So there you have it; my superficial, non-gossipy comments of the day. Although I don’t really consider something gossip if it’s funny.  It’s only gossip if it’s mean.  In case you were wondering.

*is it just me or do you get the best customer service EVER at Home Depot?  I went yesterday and had five people ask if they could help me.  And I wasn’t even wearing blush or mascara!