I’m not really great at cleaning.  And by “not really great,” I mean plain old lazy.  If there’s a spot on something, I’ll normally spritz it with water, rub it once or twice, and if it doesn’t come out, shrug and decide that it’s a stain I’m just going to have to live with.  Because of this defeatist cleaning attitude, I have a lot of unwearable stained clothing and my Ikea furniture looked camoflauge when I was done with it.

Yesterday, I went through my typical cleaning thought process and right after I came to the “I give up, stains add character” step, I realized I was trying to remove pasta sauce that had somehow landed on my cheek and maybe I should try a little harder this one time.