Here's the second installment of 'Why'd Ya Buy That?' Bye bye Windex. No need to spend $3 or more for window cleaner......
But first, a wee update on my surgery. Thank you all so much for your prayers and well wishes. It went just fine. My uterus has had a good overhauling. I'll spare you all the sordid details.
Here's me in pre-op. They had the most wonderful contraption in there! I had this gown on that had these ports in it, and they hooked me up to a hot air blower. Oh my. I'm going to have to make one of these. I figured if I can get an old bonnet hairdryer at Goodwill, I'll be in business.
The anesthesiologist looked just like Mario Lopez. I was mortified when I woke up wearing a pair of disposable panties. I did NOT have these panties on before surgery. Who in the world wrangled these panties on my ginormous gelatinous hiney whilst I was unconscious?? I hope it wasn't Mario. Please, for the love of God, don't let it have been Mario.
Back to the Windex......
Let's talk about cleaners for a minute......do you know you are mainly buying water? Now, I'll admit it, I'm a cleaning product junkie. In fact, a dear friend of mine once gave me some of the new Clorox 'green' cleaning product as part of my birthday present. I was thrilled. I love to clean, I love to smell cleaners, and I like product. I've been making my own window cleaner for some time now, and I love it. I just saved an old Windex bottle and refill it.
Here's the formula: 45% rubbing alcohol, 45% water and 10% ammonia.
After measuring those amounts one time, I drew a little line on the side of the bottle, so that I know how far to fill it with each component without having to measure each time. I know! I'm smart, right?
I open up the sink cabinet where my cleaners are stored, and out shines a ray of sunlight, and little birds fly out and give me a fresh SOS pad and the scent of lemon and rosemary fills the kitchen as I bend down and smile, removing the SOS pad from the bird's beak. All is beautiful, fresh and yellow.
But this is the truth.....
Ugh. It's my nightmare. I can't keep it straight to save my soul. It's almost as embarrassing as the disposable panties incident.