The Chore I Abhorred

So, growing up, I had many chores I did grumblingly. But the one I hated the most was vacuuming. And it wasn't so much the actual vacuuming I hated, it was just that, for some reason, whenever it was my turn to do it, it seemed Dad was on one of his Kadafi kicks, and he was in charge of making sure we did our work. Right! Yes Sir!

And Dad was never satisfied when you vacuumed, unless he could see the vacuum lines in our nice plushy carpet. I'd have him check, and he'd see a spot that didn't have the lines, so I'd have to do it over.

So, after a short time, I figured out that if I got the dustpan out, when no one was looking, I could "scrape" those lines into the carpet, and it looked great. So that's what I did. I'd vacuum the major parts of the room. Then under the tables, near the chairs, etc., I'd scrape lines into the carpet with the dustpan.

Not sure if it really saved me much time and effort, but for some odd reason, it made me feel better! I'm sure Mom is possibly grossing out at the image though.....guess it's a good thing we moved.....

Karissa