How to make your husband run and grab the camera.
1. Get a mop
2. Need I say more.
This is my life. I had just mopped the freakin' floor when in trots Clay, the kids and the dog tracking in mud and salt on my still wet floors. I stood there, with mop in hand thinking to myself, should I hit them all upside the head with the mop or should I just go clean up the mess?
Clay looked at my stone cold face and said, "What? What's wrong?"
Gah! I snarled my lip at him, then stomped over to the muddy tracks and did my little mop jig.
Ever since this little episode Clay has been pestering me to post the mop dance on my blog.
Because I have no dignity left and you all have come to expect this type of behavior from me, I figure what the heck, right?