I must be addicted to caulk fumes. That's the only explanation. While normal people were watching TV, tidying the house, or whatever it is normal people do after dinner, I was caulking the kitchen sink.
It didn't start quite as grungy as the bathroom sink but it was pretty nasty.
I didn't have any idea how nasty, though, until I pried out enough caulk that the sink could move (does this always happen when you decaulk a sink or what?) and slid the sink over an inch; then you could see what had been brewing under there.
As only a true caulk lover could, I managed to suppress my gag reflex long enough to thoroughly de-gunk it, then (on a tip from the Internet; that Internet, it's pretty clever) I taped around the sink.
And finally, my pristine and like-new (well, except for the remnants of dinner inside) sink.
