Kneepad Blues
It’s been several days since I posted, and what can I say? I’ve been busy. Thursday afternoon was spent on my hands and knees in the kitchen and dining room. The house we’re renting has vinyl floors in these rooms (really, it’s a combination room, but whatever), and those bitches have been filthy since we moved in. On move-in day, the baby crawled into the kitchen and her knees, feet, and hands immediately turned from their lovely pink to a disgusting dirty black color. I’ve mopped that goddamned floor every week since, and it’s only improved slightly. So, on Thursday, I bit the bullet, pulled out the kneepad I use when scrubbing the bathtub, and went to work. Over two hours later, the floor was done, and so were my wrists and knees. Please insert all manner of filthy jokes here.