Just a quickie before I hit the hay (in more ways than one.) I've gotta get to bed earlier, so's I can get up earlier...anyhoo

When I got home from the weekend cropfest, Handyman had a good dinner ready, the house was greatly improved and the breezeway/feedroom was totally overhauled with new shelving--fabulous.  We sat down to eat the great dinner and then began dispersing throughout the house as is our habit after dinner.  Little Bitty (#3) was coming out of the kitchen/laundry/kennel/rooster domicile area and wham! Slammed down onto the vinyl floor right in front of the refrigerator, flat on her face.  She fell so fast that her mouth hit the floor.  Her front tooth took a big bite out of the inside of her upper lip--so ouchy.  I had trouble even getting her to eat the popsicle that I keep on hand for just such moments.  It took awhile, but finally got something cold in there.  Her lip was swollen on the inside like she'd just done three rounds with Ali.

When I went into the kitchen later to finish up, I could tell the floor was very slippery under my sock-feet.  Like glass...what was up with that?  Handyman had gone to bed already, but I bugged him...Did you clean the kitchen floor while I was gone?  Uh....yeah. 

With what, Pledge?

No, just those wet swiffer things. 

Okay folks.  Here's the deal...apparently we are so far removed from sanitary floor conditions, that my children will have to re-learn to walk on a CLEAN floor.  It seems that the annual build-up of dog spit, melted snow, spilled milk, orange juice and pop have provided a safety factor for us.  Now that that "texturization" has been heinously dissolved by the evil "Mr. Clean", we need to be aware and prepared!

I am so glad he bought me those stretchy tread-things for my boots, for Christmas.  I know just where to practice with them.  Girls, wear your helmets! 

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