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.
2 comments:
I thought I saw some blond roots the other day.
That is great! It's those moments when we just have to laugh at ourselves. I just saw your comment on my (very late) update on my blog. I miss you all so much, too. I hear from Jaynie that you are headed this way and we are both separately headaed your way soon! How did that happen?
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