Wednesday, October 14, 2015

One of Life's Greatest Mysteries

There is a broom in my family room.  It shouldn't surprise me.  But why must I suffer such mysteries?

It might make more sense if we swept the family room floor.  We don't.  (What am I saying?  There is no "we".)

I don't sweep the family room floor, even though it is mostly bare concrete.  The vacuum is for the family room and the broom is for the kitchen.

Maybe a witch left it there.  She is trying to entice me away with a speedy getaway.  I am tempted, but there would be no one left to ponder the great mysteries around here.

1 comment:

  1. This was a Where's Waldo post. haha. I couldn't find the broom for quite some time.

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