My husband disappeared for a little while this afternoon. When I finally found him, he was in the driveway, finishing up a major detail job on his beloved truck. He had, apparently, just finished cleaning the windows, and was standing back to admire his handiwork. I walked out with a large bag of recycling for him to take to the city dump, and I slung it right into the back window. Yes. I did. And it kind of hurt. And after I silently cursed to myself, I turned around to find him literally beaming from ear to ear. I said, “what’s that grin about?” And he said, “really? I got the windows so clean and clear that you thought they were open?” He was tickled. I was just glad that it wasn’t something more ominous that I’d slammed into, like a plate glass window. Now that would have really hurt. Anyway, the cleaner is called Sprayway . It has a very retro look to it, makes me think of something you’d see in June Cleaver’s cleaning pail. I don’t even remember where I found it. Target? Tom Thumb? All I know is that it’s super-cheap and smells pretty good. And also has magical powers that turn husbands into window cleaning fools. Because that’s what my husband did. He was so impressed that he moved it into the house and did all the windows. Now that is something…