You email your sister a picture of your gleaming grout. Really, I did.
In the past year and a half that we have lived in this house I have spent countless hours on my hands and knees scrubbing this grout. It’s never clean enough for me no matter how hard I scrub. Well, this weekend I dropped a sharpie and it made a mark on the tile. I went to my go-to man, Mr. Clean and his magic eraser, got the marker off and for some reason wiped the grout too. Well, as if I needed another reason to pledge my undying love for these dang erasers…now I have one more. A box of 4 and 40 minutes later, it was a beautiful thing!