Mustard

Right. So I'm really busy and should not be posting. But this will be a short one. And I promise you'll be entertained.

So I have a bottle of mustard in my room, left over from my Christian fellowship's barbecue. And its a pretty big bottle. Like seriously, what am I going to do with all this mustard? And then I look at my window drape. Which is this big sheet of white plasticky stuff, kind of like those projection screens from high school. Mustard, and big white screen. Guess what I did next.

Yes, I went and wrote my name in mustard on the big white screen. Not too big, because I was afraid of it dripping all over my desk. Success! It looks beautiful, and I'm thinking I'll just wipe it off later.

But woe, it starts to smell. Just like mustard, not rotten or anything, but it really starts to bother me. So I go and wipe it off, and it turns out, MUSTARD STAINS. Yes, friends, mustard stains. Don't ever get it on your clothes. I'm left with my signature in yellow on a big white screen. I'm thinking, shoot, what am I supposed to do? It's on my window drape: you can't really miss it. The internet doesn't help any, either. It tells me that mustard contains something called turmeric acid, which is an extremely hard stain to remove. Great. So I go ahead and try dishwasher soap, which the internet had recommended (while warning me all the while, mustard is very hard to remove), and it kinda works. So I keep going, and basically spend the rest of the night scrubbing a window drape. To be honest, it's not completely gone, but it's light enough that I'll forget it for the rest of the year. Or at least until you guys bring it up again.