Everybody has days like this.
Baking soda. Lots of baking soda. Costco-sized baking soda.
I was supposed to drop my car off at the mechanic today, but when I described to him the broken jug of milk the night before and how I thought I’d gotten it all till I opened the door again in the morning… Baking soda, trying that… (And it did help a lot, but not enough yet.)
And then the fridge decided to throw a house-warming party.
I think I need to go knit.
(Ed. to add, and then I decided to be helpful and try again with the hairdryer on the freezer coils, most of which happened while I was at knit night. Did you know the back of a hairdryer could suck your hair into it? I did not. I know now. And yes, there were a fair number of hairs that after everybody’s best efforts for quite some time could only be cut off.)