Today, I went to Sam's. I was weaving through the aisles trying my darnedest to avoid the free sample areas since they bring out the "big-guns" on Saturday (such as bagel bites and general tso's chicken and all things fried) when I happened upon the swiffer wetjet.
Y'all, I promise that a light shone down from above and Bob Barker had a show girl there with arms posed to point out this wonder of wonders.
Do I need to mention that I bought one?
So I came home eager to assemble the 3 pieces of aluminum and plastic that would keep me off of my hands and knees every Tuesday- which is "floor day". As I opened the box like it was Christmas morning and read through the instructions, I discovered this thing needs batteries.
Well, it seemed even better at this point. I mean anything requiring a current is serious business in the floor industry, right?
Sebi and I took turns cleaning the floor, because I'm sure this was something he didn't want to miss out on if Mommy was so excited about it... Well, we swiffer wet-jetted the kitchen. We swiffer wet-jetted the front entrance. And we swiffer wet-jetted the bathrooms.
I was proud. It smelled clean, my arms hurt, the swiffer wetjet cleaning pads (yes, pads- pleural) were completely black.
I did good. And just for posterity sake, or maybe to make myself feel better...I decided to go and grab a wipee- just to run my hand over my swiffer wet-jetted floor and feel complete.
And see?
2 comments:
Ha!! We have almost the exact same linoleum, the same swiffer wet-jet, and the same dirty wippee.
yeah...
but can't you sleep better knowing that you're supporting some poor P&G executive's family by impulse-buying their miraculous floor cleaning device? AND you got some exercise. AND the vacuum won't be lonely in the hall closet anymore ;-)
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