It's called Spray 'n Wash and I may have accidentally drenched myself in it....not to mention the floor too. My troubles started when I noticed a spot on one of my favorite shirts. I can't let that go untreated, so I rushed it out to the laundry room. I grabbed the spray bottle and booyah! Catastrophe!
The top was not really screwed on the bottle so when I picked it up by the top (of course) it was okay for the second it took for me to move it towards me, then gravity took over and the bottle fell down, spilling most of its contents on its descent, and by the nature of things, all over me.
I picked up the bottle as soon as it landed, but it was all over. I was wet, the floor was wet, and I stood there staring at the mess in disbelief. There is that moment when something unexpected happens that I am stuck in shock. I can't even begin to process how to clean the mess up.
Thank God I have a husband who is the king of cleaning up bad messes. Kids puke on the floor again? He's got it. Dogs sick in their crate? He's taken care of it. Wife spills Spray 'n Wash and just stands there staring at the puddle advancing towards the great unknown (otherwise known as under the washer and dryer)? He grabs the mop and bucket and cleans it up.
I changed my clothes and washed up, but I have a lingering scent of stain remover.....I'm just going to roll with it. It's my perfume of the day! And, it's a reminder that makes me smile, remembering how wonderfully helpful my husband is.