Just Passing By

My kids have teased me mercilessly since I made this purchase a week ago. They even asked me if I already blogged about it since they know that whenever I get psyched about something, I usually write about it. So as not to disappoint them and since I am still psyched about it,  this post is actually about that item that made it feel like opening presents at Christmas.

It’s a mop OK, a little yellow sponge mop that I bought from the dollar store. Nope, you didn’t just suddenly develop dyslexia. You read right.  As soon as I got home that day from the store, even before I could change from my office clothes to something more appropriate for the project, I stripped the cover and started work right away.  You see, I’ve always dreaded cleaning the kitchen floor because I would be on all fours and alternate between that and standing up to get the work done. But with this amazing mop that has a built-in squisher, I can do the deed without even getting my hands (or knees) wet. And for a dollar, that’s a fantastic deal.

So… between a new pair of those trendy bootie shoes for Fall and that handy dandy mop, I’ll take the mop anytime. Call me the new domestic goddess!

Morning radio shows are an interesting lot. As I was driving to work this morning, I came upon a talk show where the hosts asked the ladies this: What will be the one thing that you’d like to do if you were to become a man for a day?

The callers’ answers were hilarious. This one lady wanted to be kicked in the crotch. Another wanted to be in a bar fight and see how it feels to bring another guy down with her fist. Oh boy, those girls were over-the top violent.

Then I got tired of listening to them and switched to the jazz station. But it kinda got me to thinking… What if I had a chance to become a dude for day? Surprisingly, I had a hard time answering such a simple hypothetical question. In our world today, women can do almost anything that a man does. We can be race car drivers, become president of a country, be in the military.

Then it dawned on me. If I can be a guy for day, I’d like to fall in love and feel how it is to be heartbroken. For one day, I’d like to know how it feels for a man to fall in love, to ask a girl out on a date, the thoughts that run through his head when he hangs up the phone after a long intimate conversation.  And when his heart breaks, does it hurt as much as it hurts for a girl?

Now that’s a nice thought to have on a long drive to work.