27/93: No, Thank You

Daughter and I were cleaning tonight. We have friends from Phoenix coming to town and we’re hosting a little gathering for them, so the house must be clean! I was vacuuming up all the dog hair while she did the windows and the mirrors. While I was vacuuming in the hallway I heard a rather loud thud come from her bathroom.

“Um, kiddo? You okay?”


“Do I want to know what that was?”

“No, thank you.”

And I kept right on vacuuming. I’m tellin’ ya. You just can’t get good help these days.



Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *