Even my two non-allergenic, no-shed dogs leave fuzzballs all around the house. And the Tortie cat with her pure white underbelly, OMG! And the furry asshole loves to plant herself wherever you were just sitting, so that next time you sit there in your 50-Shades-of-Gray-or-Black Pants...you guessed it!
Okay, I posted to say I did a chore! I should say that regular shit like cooking and laundry and housekeeping are not what I consider "Odd" chores. So don't worry, I'm mostly keeping up with all of that, despite being sick since last Friday, including my damn birthday.
On my birthday, I dragged myself out of bed to make waffles for my family. (Dear DH helped.) Well, no, that's not right. Someone mentioned you could make hash browns in a waffle iron and I wanted to try it, because I bought a 10# bag o' potatoes at the 99 Cent Only Store ere I got sick. Hint - don't use too many potatoes. I won't be doing this again, as cleaning the waffle irons was a bitch.
Which brings me to my chore:
I have three garage saled or gifted waffle irons. I store them in a stack with non-slip circles in between to keep the pile from tumbling off the lazy susan where they normally reside.
Well, Someone put a piece of the non-slip on top of the still-hot waffle iron. Gallows humor alert: we're all sure it was MIL's pal Al.
I know for a fact that the stuff is designed to withstand heat in excess of 400 degrees (Fahrenheit for my Upside-Down friends), but when it melts it's a godawful mess. I thought the waffle iron was ruined. But today, when I was washing the stuck-on potato shreds off the plates again (did I mention I'll never use this method again? Yes.), I thought about trying to plug in the iron to re-melt the stuck-on crud and scrape it off with a razor blade. It worked! And best of all, I realized the plates are removable, so I soaked them while I scraped the top and they are finally clean. My thirty year old waffle iron looks all shiny and sparkly and pretty again.
And that my friends, counts as a chore, for the win.