Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Sweeping with a smile


I'm happy to report that Bardo has not inherited my innate distaste for sweeping, well, at least for brooms anyway. When I was in 5th grade I tearfully told my Dad that I couldn't sweep. I followed with the question, "Isn't their anything that you just can't do?" And sometimes I still feel like I can't sweep. Sweeping never is done perfectly, there are always a couple of tiny crumbs that can't get picked up, and that really bothers me.

4 comments:

Lisa said...

The "I CAN"T sweep story" is sorta a family favorite. I am glad Bardo is okay with the broom!

JessK said...

I'm with you in your hatred of sweeping. I can NEVER get everything up. I usually just vacuum.

Prairie Smoke said...

As afar as the "I just can't sweep!" story - you had to be there! We diod get a lot of mileage out of that phrase, did we?"

Mel Skonut said...

That's hilarious! I personally hate cleaning floors, too. As a consequence, my feet are usually dirty - it's a price I'm willing to pay.