Husband in the Edge
If there is one human being that hates stain more than anyone I be acquainted with then that is my mother; I am not certain if she is the obsessive compulsive sort or if she merely hates the site of it, but one thing is sure and that is her too much response when she sees these kinds of stains in the house. My mother has an assortment of different kinds of stain removers in our attic and yes, she has roughly whatever thing new in the market, to those her colleagues would offer at a cheaper cost, to those particular to the different kinds of stains. It may appear to some extent normal for us, maybe she just want things to be really clean not to mention that white is her favorite color; but when it is already affecting her daily to dos and her mood and if she is bothered by the slightest stains she sees, then perhaps something is really wrong with mom. There was a time, my nephew dispensed some science project mixture at home and the deck stain was so noticeable that when Mother arrived home that night she was shocked at the site; I gave details that I tried cleaning it will all the supplies she had in the loft but to no gain. To my surprise instead of reacting so badly about the whole thing, she went to the internet and researched on some new stuffs she can buy online as a good remedy for the stain; I sort of felt bad about my the obsession my Mother has and honestly I want to see it a normal thing. After a few minutes she was contented in her searched an readily prearranged a group of odd sounding blemish removers that to my hypothesis looks like to those she already has.