Spilled Beans

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Don't you just hate it when you have no intentions of mopping your floors on a Thursday night then you spill a whole bowl of freshly cooked pinto beans in the middle of the kitchen floor and then not only do you have to mop the floor you have to wash the heavy kitchen rug and while you are washing it you may as well wash the one in the foyer and then you notice bean juice splashed all over the refrigerator and freezer so you have to wipe it down too and while you have the cleaner out the dishwasher and range needs cleaning as well. But it is just as well I did go ahead and sweep and mop or I might not have noticed the two little "I promise you brown beans" that had somehow rolled way over into the small bathroom.

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  1. AnonymousDecember 15, 2011 at 8:47 PM

    Oh no! You need our little doggie to clean that up for you!!!!!! Nothing gets by her. You'll be ready for a good night's rest now.

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  2. lil red henDecember 15, 2011 at 10:07 PM

    Just take it as a head start on your preparations for Christmas company. ;)

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  3. Far Side of FiftyDecember 16, 2011 at 12:07 AM

    One thing leads to another..Baked beans are on my list for early next week..I might wait til after to do my floors:)

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  4. MichaeleDecember 16, 2011 at 7:22 PM

    haha! and now no beans either! (laughing with you not at you)

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  5. PondsideDecember 17, 2011 at 12:43 AM

    Oh noooooooo!
    Look on the bright side - you're kitchen floor is really clean!

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