My biggest opponent: the tub. I can clean anything in the house, start the washer with ease, but when it comes to soap scum and that vinyl curved menace, my weapons of cleaning warfare are out. And instead of battling it out for a couple hours until I've won, I turn my nose up and refuse to acknowledge its existence. Ignorance is bliss, right? I also like to rationalize that my shower still looks much better than some male showers/bathrooms I have seen lately. And since soap scum isn't black or smelly, we have gotten a long just fine for the past few weeks not getting in each other's way. However, all that has changed, because I have finally caved and went out searching for some better cleaning tools. With a few new brushes in stow, I have now approached my bathroom with a mission. And we have battled it out for the past three night's in a row (I think in my effort to make up for the past few weeks of no attempt) I am proud to say, I have come out the clear winner. See ya, soap scum!
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