Okay, my inner Martha Stewart finally reared her head. I thought it would stop with the George Forman grill, but you guys got to talking about the Swiffer Jet, and well, I couldn’t help myself.
I was with my mother-in-law yesterday and we ended up in one of those domestic superstores and I saw the Swiffer Jet gleaming in the distance. As I fondled it, my mother-in-law said, “So what do you normally use?”
How could I break it to her that I don’t normally use anything? that I have one crusty black foam mop that I haven’t used in say, six months? (The only time we mop is when we spill something really horrible on the floor.)
When I got it home, I discovered that it is BATTERY POWERED! My god. You push a button and it actually squirts liquid onto the floor in front of you which you then mop away.
I was laughing like a maniac. I found it hilarious and like a godsend and I mopped and mopped until I couldn’t inhale that fresh clean smell any longer.
Matt was laying on the couch reading, watching me out of the corner of his eye, wondering if he should delight in the fact that I was actually doing my share of the cleaning, or if he should be terribly worried about me.