What does it say about you if you go through three Swiffer dusters during your post-Christmas house-cleaning? I'm guessing it's not good. (And I should probably confess that I would rather hoe cotton than dust, so you could pretty much write your name with your fingertip on all our furniture by the time I bit the bullet and broke out the duster.) That's why I would like to take a moment to express my personal thanks to whoever invented the Swiffer product line. I like the feeling I get when I clean with them—the unique blend of pride and horror that comes from viewing what I'm tossing away on the Swiffer. I also enjoy convincing myself that I'm a decent housekeeper without actually filling the mop bucket or breaking out the Lemon Pledge. So here's lookin' at you, Mr. Swiffer. We shall meet again in the new year:)
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Posted by: candy hicks | December 28, 2011 at 05:52 AM
I feel your pride/horror. My favorite saying (which I have on a plaque): "You may write in my dust, but please don't date it." Happy 4th Day of Christmas!
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