In defence of Inkleberry I pit myself, but with some corrections.
Milk spilled. I used towel, I used baking soda (insert gratuitous Arm and Hammer plug here), I put towel in laundry bag. The following morning, I gathered up all towels and washed them, except the one in the laundry bag.
I did mention that I used a towel, she must have missed this.
I bleached nothing…never said I did. Don’t like the house to smell like the public pool. Wife just being silly here.
Certainly didn’t bleach the cat, interesting to see if it would make him smell better.
Used carpet cleaner, twice, after baking soda. Scrubbed adjacent walls.
Continued to forget about towel.
Went off for a nice weekend in the country…recommend it to anyone.
What towel?
Got a message from my wife that she had found the towel. “Doh!”
Felt like an ass. Deserved having myself trashed on the boards for it.
Her post should be reopened so more people can remind me to wash the damn towel.
I probably should be publicly flogged for forcing her to live with it.
Such is life. Next time I will talk about the tea cups I periodically find with mold growing in them on her nightstand.
But maybe not.