Squeegee Man and His Sidekick Wiper Girl

On Sunday afternoon I sent my youngest child into the basement to retrieve a stick pony (long story). She came running back up the stairs to tell me about the water all over the floor of the basement.

Sigh.

Don't get me wrong. It wasn't a large amount of water and nothing of value was ruined. That's because our basement is unfinished, meaning concrete walls and floor. But if you've ever tried to get water out of a basement, you understand my big sigh.

In short: it's a pain.

Fortunately I married someone who is part super hero. In this case, he was Squeegee Man and he came armed with a large floor squeegee. I didn't know we even had one of those babies.

Much to my disappointment, Squeegee Man did not don a cape.

However, Squeegee Man did have a spare squeegee for me. I believe this makes me Wiper Girl.

Oh lucky day.

The spare sqeegee wasn't clipped to his utility belt though. Had he been wearing a cape and sporting a utility belt, my attitude towards being Wiper Girl would have been greatly improved.

I think Squeegee Man needs a stylist that specializes in outfitting superheroes with the proper gear, but that's a battle for another day.

It only took about an hour of squeegeeing the basement floor before it was fairly dry.

I counted it has my cardiovascular activity for the day.

Don't judge me.

My arms are still sore.

That would be the bad news.

The good news is that nothing of value was lost in our mini-flood, which is amazing considering the vast amounts of stuff that is down in our basement.

I'd hate to think of what life would be like if I lost my circa 1981 Barbie limo.

Or my Rick Springfield albums.

Or the treadmill.

Without the treadmill, Wiper Girl would quickly become Jiggly Wiper Girl (and not in a good way).

I will leave you with that visual.

Forever yours,

Wiper Girl

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