Salt and Cold Water, Whatevs

I took Friday off to extend the long weekend. It’s a good thing I did since we stayed up to 1am playing Wii on Thursday night–that bowling sure is addictive. Friday we ran errands so that we’d be ready to have The Niece as a house guest on Saturday.

She brought over some games for the Wii and so we spent quite a bit of time while she was here playing games. I finally got to try the Carnival game and yesterday morning the better-half made popcorn so it would seem that The Niece and I really were at a carnival. We stone-cold munched that popcorn. The Niece now holds the house record for most strikes in a row (4) and highest score (220). The way she bowls is hilarious and in real life the alley owner would probably ask her to leave (the ball arcs and crashes to the alley) but she can knock some pins down.

Set up for rant: Sunday morning at 1:45am the phone rang and it was the facility where the better-half’s mother lives telling him that his mother had fallen (nothing new under the sun) and cracked her head (also nothing new). She was being transported to the ER for what turned out to be staples. The phone rang again about 20-30 minutes later telling him which hospital.

Just as we were drifting back off to sleep, the cat started making scratching sounds. We have two doors to our bedroom and one was shut. He was too damn dumb to walk out the other door and around to the litter box so he just pissed on the carpet in our room. We cleaned it up, well, mostly the better-half did and drifted back off to sleep only to be awakened by another phone call to let us know that his mother was ready to be picked up. The better-half was off. At 6 am The Niece appeared and asked me if I was ready to get up. I told her no, but there was bacon calling us so off we went to make breakfast.

The better-half got home around 7 and ate breakfast with us…breakfast on groggy Sunday mornings takes many courses–a little fruit, a little bacon, a little egg, a little muffin, etc. Then the better-half started a charcoal chimney to begin the process of smoking a beef brisket. We had The Niece’s family over for dinner late yesterday afternoon. In addition to the brisket, we served barbeque sauce (The Niece made it), potato salad, green bean salad, baked beans (with bacon!) and a mixed berry roll. To start we had an assortment of cheeses, crackers, two kinds of salami, olives and gherkins. We ate outside and watched the kids get three kinds of nutty. Good times.

Let’s just get right to my rant, shall we? The better-half brought home the MIL’s neck pillow that had been stained with blood from her head wound. I took the cover off–noticed a bunch of other stains–squirted it with Zout (which is an amazing stain remover) and then washed the pillow and the case on the delicate cycle. The pillow faired better than the case but I sent them both back through the wash with another coating of Zout. The pillow did pretty well but the case still had remnants of blood.

About this time it was time for some Wii action, so I put another stain killer product on the pillow case and threw it in the washer. It’s still sitting there waiting for something else to be washed. While The Niece and I played, the better-half called his mother to see how she was doing. She told him that salt and cold water would probably take that stain out. At this point in my exhaustion and hearing this cleaning tip, I rolled my eyes until they fell out onto the floor and had to be dusted off. Whatthefuckever. The pillow was already stained and whatever amount of blood stain I am able to get out is whatever I’m able to get out without resorting to some freakin’ Hints From Heloise moment. If she was so worried about the stain, she should have toddled off to the kitchen at her place and cleaned it herself. Kissmybigfatass.