You might think you were having fun on your Friday night, but no amount of pleasure you had can compare with the deep satisfaction my sister and I felt while surveying her bathroom after spending two hours dumping all her goopy extraneous beauty products and 20 minutes scrubbing the counter and fixtures.
Jill finally decided that just because someone is nice enough to give you a probably regifted bottle of tropical-scented lotion and a tub of foot scrub for Christmas doesn't mean you have to keep it in your cabinet for five years. And no, those gel-encrusted hairdryers and curling irons from high school will not ever come in handy someday if they haven't already.
It was spare and sane and gleaming when we finished, and our cheeks were flushed from laughing. You try peeling an ancient, oozing, unopened box of depilatory from the bottom of a cabinet with a straight face.