Hot Hot Pink, by Manic Panic
Hot Hot Pink, by Manic Panic, causing panic. If there was ever any doubt in my mind what it would look like to slaughter a unicorn in my bathroom, I now have a crystal clear image. In fact, not only is this image burned into my retina, it's also a hot pink crime screen in my bathtub. Â Looking at the splashes of color dripping down the sides of my walls, while standing in a pool of murky hot pink water, made me feel like a dexter in the making. White tub, I'd like to introduce you to Hot Hot Pink (also delightfully known as hellish unicorn death). Panic set in quickly. As a home owner, my white tub is non-negotiable. It must be clean and pristine. So what's a girl to do? Bleach. Bleach and more Bleach. I wish I had taken a photo as evidence. However, I had already jumped into action, naked with bleach and brush in hand. There just wasn't an appropriate moment to grab my phone to do a naked murder scene selfie. What a missed opportunity. I would like to take this moment to add a public announcement:Â
Cleaning like a crazy person, soaked in bleach and naked is not advisable. There are places bleach just doesn't belong on a human body. Enough said. Â
After thirty minutes of scrubbing and the tub was a light blush. Â My hands, soaked in bleach, still looked Hot Hot pink. Then, like a sign from above, my husband opens the door and passes a glass of cold beer into my hands. It's times like these that you embrace what comes your way. Remember people, it's the little things (like being handed a cold beer while scrubbing a crazy colored tub) that really make a marriage work. Tomorrow I will return to the scene on the crime. Hopefully, I've done a better job cleaning than what I've described above. Otherwise, bring on the cold beer, bleach and protective clothing. Manic Panic, you have won the war. I'm exhausted, covered in unicorn blood stains and slightly buzzed. Have you experienced something like this? I'd love to hear about it!
