Here is my oven door covered in a paste made of water and baking soda:
Then (cue the Jeopardy music) I went upstairs to shower, check email, make the bed, etc.
And below, is my oven door AFTER wiping off the paste. WHOA! The GLARE! It's not spotless, but it's pretty dang clean.
You can actually SEE through it!
|Sad and Empty|
|Happier Oven - with Pie|
The other night, Daphne was lamenting that she doesn't know all the songs her friends sing and talk about at school. That is because we don't listen to Top 40 at home. Ever. Because to us, it is bad bad music. But we felt sort of bad for Daphne. So Kev youTubed some Dynamite song she was talking about and played it for her, and then I googled DC Top 40 radio, and we set the receiver to Hot 99.5 so she could listen for a little while. It was sort of excruciating. We listened to about 5 songs, but it sounded more like one long (really bad) song. I think Daphne appreciated the gesture, but I could tell she wasn't really enjoying the music much either. Kev said, "Daph, just let us know if you want to listen to something else." And she did. And I was cheering on the inside.
That being said, I don't want her to not listen to that music just because I don't like it. My parents pretty much let me listen to whatever I wanted as a kid, and that was a good thing. I went through phases, from Sound of Music to Andy Gibb to Kiss to the Beatles to Iron Maiden to Adam and the Ants to REM to Hank Williams and so on and they never said a word, even though they probably hated most of it.
So, Daphne, you can listen to whatever you want. Except Lady Gaga. No, you can even listen to Lady Gaga if you really want to. With headphones, please.
But I don't think she's gonna really want to. It isn't what she likes. Here she is, listening to what she likes:
Which is this:
Aaaah...one of the best songs ever written. In my Top Ten for sure. Good girl.