Not enough stars!
We have two of our four dogs crate trained. Their crates are in one of our extra guest bedrooms. Now before all of you PETA loving people have anything to say, our dogs love their crates. We’ve made it their homes, and they are never in for long periods of time.<br /><br />One of the dogs in the crates is a labradoodle, the other is my giant baby, our English mastiff, Athena. Now Athena is my child from before me and my fiancé got together, so she is really really my baby, although before all you non-favoriting parents (we all know your lying and you really do have favorites) have anything to say, I treat them all equally. So Athena is flawless, but she does have something called excessive drool.<br /><br />Her daily routine consists of shaking when I wake her up and when shaking, throwing her drool all over me, the walls, and anything else in a 10 foot radius. Needless to say, the walls now needed to be cleaned.<br /><br />So I get this amazing idea that I’m going to surprise my fiancé and clean the base boards and the walls. Little did I know this was going to be a real project. I get super prepared, at least I thought so. I have rags, paper towels, 409, and anything other cleaning supply that isn’t supposed to be used on walls (they’ve got to be lying to me right? It just means it’s super powerful) with me ready to tackle this monster of a wall. Two hours later I haven’t even made a dent. But I’m determined and keep cleaning. Dried drool on the wall is a nightmare FYI.<br /><br />So about 30 minutes later my fiancé comes in, and she’s laughing because I’m sweating my butt off, I’ve stripped to my boxers only, and I’m cleaning this stupid drool off this stupid wall, and I haven’t made any progress at all. She laughs more, I get mad, and well you know how bickering goes. So she comes back in the room and tells me to use this tool.<br /><br />I mean it’s a freaking white sponge, I’ve used every dang chemical I could find in the house. I laugh laugh and say that’s never ever going to work. This dumb little baby sponge is not going to do the job. So just to show her up, I use this thing after putting some water on it. Much to my surprise it starts coming off, and not just a little, all of it is coming off super easy. So I pretend like it’s not working, sit in there another 2 hours (even though I was done after 30 mins and 3 magic erasers later) and then tell her I finally finished. I tell her how terrible the eraser was and blah blah blah how I had to tackle it like a man. Put some elbow grease on it, and got it done.<br /><br />Well I messed up in my plans because I realized that I used the last 3 magic erasers in the house. She doesn’t typically clean until the weekend and this was late Sunday, so I’ve got about a week to sneak them in the house and pretend like nothing ever happened. I hop on amazon, and see they are pretty decently priced. Then I start to reminisce and remember how awesome they worked I get excited, forgetting about our argument, and how I had to be right, and I decide to order 5 boxes of 8 of these. Completely forgetting that they will be at the house in 2 days with amazon prime.<br /><br />Well two days later here we are. I’m happy I received 40 magic erasers, but boy am I in some trouble. These are essential to any cleaning job. I don’t even care what it is. I’m going to be using one. I might even use it to clean a clean wall just because it’s so satisfying.<br /><br />Thanks for reading and good luck cleaning. By the way, this is a true story.<br /><br />P.S. Don’t feel bad for my fiancé, I’m the one always getting in trouble for nothing.<br /><br />Product is still amazing, we keep tons of these at the house, and still recommend this product to everybody (yes, even you PETA lovers, isn’t that nice of me?).
Rating: 5 stars