Somewhere along the course of our many years of marriage I became in charge of mopping the floors. I do my chore every Tuesday like clockwork. With a dog and three rug rats, one week is about as long as the floor can go before it feels like you're walking on a compost heap.
It's not like I'm an expert mopper, but I get the job done. Although I'm confident enough in my work to follow the Ten-Second-Rule when I accidentally drop a Lemonhead, I certainly wouldn't advocate eating Thanksgiving dinner off the floor.
I'm proud to say that in my house, I wear the mopping crown. I am the mopping Master of Disaster. I have a Ph. D in mopping. I am the mopping CEO. All hail the Commander in Chief of mopping.
3 comments:
LOL! That is one of the funniest signs I have ever seen! SO true! At least at my house!
dear cory,
it is officially time you teach classes. first the halloween costume, then weekly MOPPING?!?! you are destined to be a general authority, buddy!
your pal,
marie.
if only tom mopped. i guess i can't complain, he does dishes most nights. and my floor is lucky to get mopped every month. it's nasty.
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