Produce War and Chemical Injury, All in a Day's Work

The Little Guy has declared war. His weapon of choice, whatever vegetable is within reach. My usually exemplary grocery shopper has become a jicama hurler. Say it the Spanish way and you'll get the alliteration.

What should have been an uneventful trip to the produce market turned into a fight for survival. Unsuspectingly, I pushed my shopping cart and boy ensemble to the zipper peas, and no sooner do I stop to procure said peas when I see my pint-sized adversary grab a fistful of okra and begin to chomp. Fantastic. How do you explain to a toddler that not all vegetables should go directly in the mouth? His next act of violence was to palm a carton of cherry tomatoes and send them hurtling to the ground. "Why, God, why," they seemed to cry as they were crushed by other shopping carts. My son, the tomato killer. But tomatocide aside, I have to admire his spirit and love of vegetables, if not his misplaced fervor.

On a different subject, I cleaned the tub today and thought you people should know about it. Am I the only one that sneaks a peek into other people's tubs to see how clean they are? I'm always satisfied by a job half done; a clean bathroom and a so-so tub. It's a clean that says, I am busy and don't have all day to do this, so I wiped down the sink and toilet, You're not bathing here, so what do you care. I absolutely love that because that so describes me. Just know that if I come to your house and use your bathroom, I will look at your tub, but I won't judge.

So the real point of this is that I've found the cheapest way to get the tub its cleanest. Take a little baking soda, about 3/4 cup or so, and few shakes of salt, mix it with a little water until it's pasty, grab a brush and scrub your heart out. It works so well. I used to use Greased Lightning, which I still think is great, but this works just as well, is cheaper, and keeps chemicals out of the tub so you don't have to worry about not getting it all out of there. I always worried about that. Nobody wants to have to go to the doctor and tell them you chemically injured your parts by sitting in a tub of Greased Lightning. Or is that just me?