Thursday, March 4, 2010

Are you smarter than your swiffer?

Do you own a swiffer wet jet?
I've had one for about 3 years now, and they beat toting around a bucket of nasty mop water, hands down. This morning I was determined to mop our floors before heading to class. Slapped the swiffer pad into place, pushed the button...
Nothing.
The normal quiet buzz, accompanied by a stream of cleaner, absent.
I removed the bottle of fluid. Reloaded it.
Attempt two.
Nothing.
Another removal and reload.
Nothing.
I prayed --yes, prayed-- over my swiffer.
God was probably, at this point, quite glad I couldn't see Him laughing at me. Deep belly-laughs... maybe even tears.

When Darin got home he pulled 4 completely corroded batteries from my quite-functional swiffer.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Rebellious me

An I'd-rather-ride-my-bike-in-the-sunshine-until-lecture-resumes-than-re-check-my-exam-day

A sit-and-cuddle-with-little-Meg-and-leave-the-clutter-day

A laugh-with-Caleb-over-a-game-of-cards-before-tackling-homework-day

A go-snuggle-up-with-my-man-instead-of-keeping-blogging-day