This week, we’re dealing with some long-forgotten places that we’d rather stay forgotten. Too much neglect can lead to some horrifying results, though, so get your gloves on and keep your supplies near; we’re heading into the bathroom. Read More UfYH: Ten Things You Forget to Clean in the Bathroom
Q: UfYH! I need help. I moved into a house that was shared by two bachelors for a very long time — and now that it’s just my husband and me and no one smokes inside any more, I seriously need to clean all the blinds. There are years of smoke build up on them! What’s the best way to get rid of that? Read More Ask UfYH: Smoke Gets in Your Blinds
Q: I left a pot of rice in the fridge for a few weeks and now it’s absolutely covered in furry mold on the inside. Is the pot salvageable? How do I go about safely removing the mold and possibly rendering the pot safe for use once more?
A: Good news, everyone! Your cookware can be saved. Read More Ask UfYH: Moldy Cookware, Bleach, and Bathroom Basics
We’re out, dear readers, but we’ll be back on Monday with another week of exciting things to read. Feel free to have a silly string fight in this open thread, or, you know, just chat it up with each other. Read More This Open Thread Means it’s Friday
I can tell from the way you’re suspiciously eying the title of this post that you are concerned that I am an eccentric (probably true), nature-hating (totally false), scat-obsessed (nope nope nope) person who should probably have her keyboard taken away from her. But you don’t know my life. You have no idea what I’ve had to see. Read More Nature is One Gigantic Toilet
Hello all, my bathroom is finally done! It took me more than a week, but I’m really happy with how it came out. I could have gotten it done faster, but after the first three days I took it slowly and only put in a few hours at a time. Read More DIY Bathroom: Replacing Your Toilet
Unbelievably, I’ve heard more than one man wonder, almost wistfully, what the inside of the ladies’ room is like. There must be a reason we all tromp there in packs, right? Surely the line is always as long as the men’s because it’s just so awesome in there. They seem to think it’s all fainting couches and warm rose-scented towels, whereas their experience mostly runs (to paraphrase Dane Cook, of all people) to racist epithets carved onto the walls and stall doors that look like they were kicked in by Jean Claude Van Damme. Read More No Home (Potty) Training