The trash can is clean.  I never did locate the bleach, so I decided to just see how vinegar did on its own.

That stuff packs a pretty powerful punch; I’d forgotten.

It also smells kind of like armpits before it airs out.

But  my trash can is freshly washed, I’ve rinsed the creepies down the bathtub drain, and I’m ready to sit down and read a book for the rest of my Sunday evening.

Ahhhh.

I’m never quite sure how it happens, but we manage to trash out our perfectly clean house every Sunday afternoon.  Like…I fall asleep on the couch for a nap (or in some cases, two naps) after lunch, and Joey’s got a pile or two of research materials in the study, and there are random blankets and socks just kind of strewn about willy-nilly.

Today is no exception.

Especially since at 5:00, right as I was psyching myself up to get off the couch and make Joey some Sloppy Joe’s (his personal meal, what with it being named after him and whatever), he waltzed into the kitchen to make some popcorn.  ”So we can eat it while we watch a movie,” he said.

And I was all, but what about that big nasty paper you have to have finished by, like, Wednesday?

But he goes, psshhhhh, I’m already halfway done, and I picked out a movie you will like.

Because there is no Small Group this week, so we basically loaf around like lazy bums.

So that’s how we wound up not actually eating a dinner of: popcorn, Cadbury eggs, Ginger Ale, soda crackers, sherbet, and raspberries. Delicious and nutritious, eh?  I count at least two food groups there.  Sometimes…you just have to cut your losses and eat what is easy.

That has been my mantra for the day.

Anyway, the movie’s over and we went on our nightly walk, and now we’re back home.

I have two hours before I need to go to bed, so I have decided to make the house look presentable again (done) and next I am going to tackle the kitchen trash can, which still smells like something died in it.  I received some very helpful hints on reducing the smell of kitchen trash rancidness from Liz and Bianca, and I am ready to kick it in the stink molecules.

Liz said vinegar.  (Thank you very much for the suggestion, because I would never have thought of it.)

Bianca said BLEACH and vinegar.

I don’t usually use bleach on anything because it disturbs me, but because Bianca has never led me astray before and I know she’d never use bleach on something it would be dangerous on…I’m going to dust off the bleach we actually own (Joey was surprised when I told him we actually had some), if I can find it.

Speaking of…I have no idea where it is.  It may be in the hall closet?  That seems like a weird place for bleach, though.

The point is, I got online to try to remember the “recipe” for de-rancidifying your trash can because I couldn’t remember and HEAVEN KNOWS I didn’t want to use too much bleach.  I also wasn’t sure how much vinegar to use.

I’m going to change into a hazmat suit, find some gloves and a face mask, and then go locate some BLEACH, Internet.

You just see if I don’t.

Wait, do I even have any vinegar?  Or did I run out…

This project may take longer than it needs to if I have to go to the store.

Because Jenna Woestman can’t handle the trash can gremlin stench any longer.  It stop TONIGHT.