Our family has become a squeegee family.
You know, the kind of family that has brushed chrome spot lighting in the bathroom, smooth finish ceilings, water that comes from a separate place than the tap faucet, and a squeegee in the shower.
If you have ever met my family, you would know that we're SO not a squeegee family. We are the antithesis of a squeegee family. We visit squeegee families' lake homes and congregate in the kitchen after everyone has gone to bed and make fun of their squeegeeosity over box wine.
So while my family is busy wicking the shower door and forgetting that it's St. Patrick's day, I will go to the pub and do the jig with a (verygoodlooking) stranger who plays the bodhran.
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oh. my. gosh. my mom is now a squeegee woman too. she insists we squeegee the shower after every use. absurd.
oh my god weve always been a squeegee family i hate it. its so embarassing. i never squeegee. im the black sheep non-squeege-er of the family. i feel your pain.
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