I spent the weekend in pink rubber gloves. (Get your minds out of the gutter, people, I was cleaning.)
El Rancho is almost spick and span with some notable exceptions. It’s amazing how many dead flies a tiny two-bedroom home can accommodate. The pink rubbers helped—kept my hands supple for knitting and hot pink, well, hot pink helps with everything.
Still, I think if I had these, I'd be ready to tackle the toliet. (I’m also partial to the black-with-polka-dot numbers. They come with an apron!)
And for the domestic goddess who has everything...a $200 mirrored plunger. (Did you know...October was National Toliet Repair Month? Darn it all, we missed it.)