I don’t understand mopping. I’m college educated and I still just really don’t understand.
If you follow my blog, you know all about my recent ventures into the dangerous world of dating. Do you know how risky it is to be so …so open..so raw and vulnerable? Right here, with this little piece, I may send many of my potential suitors away…off to marry women who look sexy with yellow rubber gloves on and smelling of Mr. Clean.
I mean, it’s not like I haven’t tried. I’m 47 so certainly, I’ve had ample time to develop and refine my floor cleansing skills. All that happened is that the dirt ended up getting swirled round and round and then eventually wound up in the corners of the room.
The water’s dirty – the mop’s now gray, not white. What is the point?