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| My Mom, quintessential 1950s |
I'm not a housewife. I married a man, not a house. Good thing, too, since I've been through four houses but only one husband.
Last summer I took out one of my many mops to clean the tile floors in the basement. Danielle looked at it and asked, "What's that?"
"A mop," I replied.
She thought for a moment then said,"Oh! like they have on TV."
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