Spring Cleaning Week at The Frisky has made it seem like we’re all a couple of Martha Stewarts hoovering Adderall. Lies! While we’re not gross-gross, I do feel it is my duty as a Frisky staffer to present an honest portrait of us: we’re a little gross. Julie’s desk is a wasteland of half-eaten snacks, Ami’s is covered in papers, mine has bagel crumbs stuck to coffee stains, and Amelia’s got a half-drunk plastic cup of red wine on hers that’s been sitting there for days. (Not even sure what that’s about — possibly this?) In conclusion, we probably shouldn’t be lecturing ANYBODY about cleanliness.
So, in the interest of full disclosure, we’re going to — anonymously! — share some gross things we do in the bathroom which we would never admit to doing.
Please don’t tell our mothers. Keep reading »