They have been haunting me day and night; and now they gave taken over my dreams-The Swiffers are striking.
I have been dying for a Swiffer. My husband thinks that they are a waste of money; and he's probably right. I mean, what did women do 50 years ago? They didn't have Swiffers then, and their houses were SPOTLESS. But here I am, falling into the trap of the subliminal messages on the Teli. Right before I went to sleep earlier a Swiffer commercial came on, and as I closed my eyes all I could hear was the familiar tune, "Baby come back...". I could just picture the little sad broom and mop crying their eyes out. This is madness! What is wrong with me?
I think I hear the cries of a million Divas crying a river of sadness for their latest fallen soldier-ME. Oh what have I become? Have I let the Divas and Div-os of the world down? Or maybe I can still make up for it if I "Swiff" in my stilettos.
Another Diva bites the dust.