and Clorox Clean Up doth corrupt.
We've had these classy yet casual, contemporary yet timeless, brown leather sofas for close to 10 years now. I hadn't realized they were that old until just tonight when I started thinking about it. They have survived jumping and climbing kids, gum, drool, spit-up, vomit and urine. And with an occasional cleaning and conditioning, have survived it all pretty well. Until Saturday night.
Word to the wise: make sure your kids put the Clorox Clean Up away, not on the sofa, when they are done cleaning toilets. The stuff eats holes in leather. I mopped up the bleach, cleaned and contitioned it the spot, and now I'm left with a blotchy thing about the size of a quarter in the middle of one cushion. It looks like the cow had some sort of flesh-eating bacteria before it graciously became my sofa.
It's true, it wasn't as bad as Kacy's experience (right now, this is just a teaser...I'm still looking for the link), but sad still the same.
And yeay me: I only said "What the h-e-double-hockeysticks?" once and I didn't even go off on the kids when I found it laying there. I must be getting more mature.
In other news, I'm gonna need that maturity. Just got a new church assignment. Primary: look out!