Thursday, November 20, 2008

In responding to my post "Fast Times at mrpeenee High," Michael Guy chimes in with:

"Perhaps the hallway needs a good Murphy's Soap scrubbing between your bouts with the Bronte sisters."

Ignoring the snarkiness there (cause I am not about to encourage that queen,) I do have to confess that I love the smell of Murphy's Soap. Astringent, just bordering on sour, it is a aroma that suits my personality. Were I to actually wear cologne, I would probably use it as my signature scent. Just a tiny, tiny dab behind my ears and on my wrists. Imagine the reactions at the sex club.

And by the way, did you know you're not supposed to use Murphy's on wood floors sealed with polyurethane, like most floors are? Certainly those in Chez peenee are and yet we can't keep the cleaning lady from laying into them with Murphy's. At least they smell good.


  1. It does eventually strip away the coating, but that's a small price to pay...

  2. Mr Peenee,

    Sorry for the spam post. Please check your yahoo email. It's Marc C from Melbourne, Australia. I've been trying to find you guys for ever.

    Hope all is well,

  3. Murphy's Oil Soap! In Grandmother Muscato's estimation, yet another of the tiny markers of respectability she watched so closely for.

    PineSol was for, pardon the expression, white trash.

  4. "...that QUEEN?"

    You coulda' knocked me over with a satin, elbow-length opera glove! But seriously...I get the notion of sporting just a dab here and there.

    I much prefer a dab of vanilla extract ala 'Granny Clampett'... makes men think I can cook between bouts of tiara polishing.

  5. MIss J did NOT know MOS isn't to be used on things sealed w/ polyurethene.

    No wonder the Greek craftsman who made the boardroom tabvle at MIss J's work had such a fit when she asked about it.

    There is always something new to learn at Peenee's.

  6. i think mr. clean works quite well. and he's easy on the eyes...


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