I wanted to sweep the leaves off the pool deck in the backyard. "Use the
shopvac!" shouts the husband, a man who has the genetic disposition to believe that anything that plugs in and makes a loud noise has to do the job better than you could do it by hand. Fool that I am, I listened. And I finished my 10 minute sweep 40 minutes later, aching back and frazzled nerves from driving the
extension cord around the
swimming pool while ignoring the vision of my spectacular death by
electrocution.
2 comments:
blah, blah, blah... the leaves are gone. Right?
LJ's dad once sank an entire pressure washer in the pool, probably doing the same task.
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