I LOVE my new sofa! And it's easy to clean!!!

On a recent, rainy Sunday, my husband asked if I wanted to go look at furniture.  You know, to get some ideas for what we might want.  Ha.

After 5 hours and 4 stores, we had successfully purchased our first furniture as a couple.  It arrived Saturday, and we have loved every second of it.

Isn't it gorgeous?

My friend, L, (who has a fantastic blog here, you should check it out!) has microfiber furniture too, and said she loved it.  And she has little kids, so obviously it must be easy to clean!

I was perusing Pinterest the other day, and discovered a pin indicating that it was the easiest way to clean microfiber cloth, so I followed it.  I discovered this blog, with pictures and directions to clean my wonderful couch.  I repinned it, thinking I would need it eventually. 

  This morning, I discovered two places of stain:

Potentially chocolate, from my bday cupcake

Weird, white stains.  Dog drool?

So, I went to CVS, to pick up the 1 supply I was missing.  All you need is a spray bottle, rubbing alcohol, a white cloth (my source said use a white sponge, but neither I nor CVS had such a thing), and a plastic bristle brush.

CVS Rubbing Alcohol, Target Spray Bottle, and an old white washcloth.

I think this is from Wal-Mart, I've had it for years.

All you do is saturate the stain with rubbing alcohol, and rub out the stain.  Then, when it's totally dry, use the brush to re-fluff your fabric.

Good as new!

I don't have a pic of the chocolate stain, but I promise it came out too.  It was just still wet when I wanted to type this up, so I haven't fluffed it yet.

Me vs Lawnmower!

We got our wonderful lawnmower from a friend of D's. A free lawnmower in fact. It has been pretty great. For my husband. In my experience with it, well...let's just say I don't think we are friends.

The first time I mowed the grass, it cut off. Just quit running. I was maybe 3/4 done with the yard, and no power.

Thankfully, my husband and his fad were home. Within short order they diagnosed the problem, and it was soon fixed. (at some point, there was mention of it "acting like it ran out of gas" remember that.)

The next time mowed grass was full of usual things, except perhaps that I got sunburnt. And scraped by all the trees in the yard.

The next adventure mowing the grass seemed promising. And then, much to my frustration, the lawn mower started acting like it was going to run out of gas, and then cut off.

Now, I know lawn mowers need gas, but I have never had to put gas in one (thanks Daddy), nor did I have any recall of where my husband told me the gas was. So I texted him, and got a response.

When I found the gas can, I found 2. So I texted him again to find out exactly which can was for the lawnmower (as it turns out, the other is for the weed eater. If I had put that in the lawnmower, we would have been draining the tank.) With a full tank, I finish the yard, great end to the day?

No.

I then proceed to smell dog poop as I turn sometimes. When I stop the mower, I discovered I ran over 2 lovely piles, one on each back tire. So then I had to drag out the water hose to clean the tires. Not my day.

Enter this week. I start to mow the grass, but realize after about 3 laps that the grass is still pretty wet. So I stop, and go to Walmart. I'm about 5 minutes from home and it starts pouring. I can't finish mowing. I wait until the afternoon and get about 3/4 finished and decide to call it a day.

So today, the darn mower won't start. AGAIN. A text and a reply from my hubby and I am on task again with the advice "Just crank it over and over until it starts. And don't burn up the motor."

I find success and finish mowing the yard. As I turn to drive the mower back across the grass, I smell burning wood. "huh, someone must be burning a brush pile. Strange to do at lunchtime."

Oh. Stupid. Me.

When I stop the mower in front of the garage, I notice that there is black smoke pouring out from under the hood. Fantastic.

Another call to the hubby, and I discover that it has, after several minutes stopped smoking. When D got home, he took off the hood, discovering a pile of burned grass.

Good news: I didn't burn up the mower.

Bad news: because I didn't burn up the mower, we still have it. And I'm pretty sure it hates me.

From the mouth of babes.

Here's Monday afternoon's conversation between my oldest nephew B and I after his first day of kindergarten:

Hey! How was your day?

It was fun.

What did you do?

Well I had fun. And one boy got on the red and one kid got on the yellow.

What happens if you get on the red?

You go see...umm...you see umm...what's the principals name?
Pause. No answer from anyone.
Umm I don't know his name but you go see the principal.

Oh wow! That's not good. Did you stay on the green all day?

Yes ma'am

And what is your teachers name?

Miss jones (Note: I'm not really sure that's what he said. He sorta mumbled it)

Ok! What else did you do?

We had a fire drill.

Oh what do you do in a fire drill?

Well you run fast, no no you don't run. You walk fast and line up and you wait for the firefighters to tell you that you can go back inside.

Oh wow. Were you scared?

No! It was not a real fire drill. It was a pretend fire drill.

Oh ok. And did you take a nap? (Note: he told D that he wouldn't take a nap in kindergarten. I just didn't believe it)

Nope. There are no naps in kindergarten. No more naps for me.

Oh Awesome! And did you get to go outside?

Yeah I did. But I don't want to talk about that. I don't want to talk anymore. Can you talk to daddy?

Yeah, or mommy.

Ok love you.