My favorite sweatshirt had a huge blood stain on it the size of a pocket watch (I’m pretty sure that’s a universal size measurement) thanks to a tumble down some brick stairs by my daughter.
I put it in the wash without hope. And I threw my sweatshirt in the drier.
And I wore it.
And THEN I realized that the stain had not come out.
Blood stains aren’t really IN this year.
So I placed my sweatshirt in the EVENTUALLY THROW AWAY pile. The one on the floor between the dirty pile and the just-washed pile.
Scott said: You should try the Tide stain release before you do.
I explained to the poor man the events that transpired. How the drier set the stain now.
I sniffled: It’s over, Scott. I just need to say my good-byes.
He shook his head.
And I left the sweatshirt on the floor because I’m terrible with good-byes. And cleaning.
The following week, Scott used the stain release spray without my consent.
I shrugged and scoffed.
Okay, that last picture is a little scary. But Tide stain remover could probably turn my tongue back.
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this sounds like my life. not the blood stain part… but the not good with goodbyes or cleaning part, and the doubting the significant other (especially in the laundry area) and then having to eat words…but in a good way! lol
please don’t put Tide on your tongue. pretty sure that’s the plot of Heathers. or was it Drain-O? either way, just no.
The criminals are going to be very happy with this little discovery! Good to know as my backyard has turned into a mudpit for girl-on-girl wrestling (we don’t really do that, but it certainly could pass).
I will have to try it! There is no shortage of stains in our house.