I owe my sister a big thank-you for turning me on to Swiffer dusters, truly a miracle product. Swiff the surface, kiss the dust goodbye. I think I’ve mentioned before that housework is my secret vice, which I hasten to add is not always evident on any given drop-by here at Chez NN.C. But I love me some Swiffers; I have two — one with the telescoping handle that does ceiling fans and miniblinds like you wouldn’t believe.
What makes Swiffers swiff-tastic? I assume it’s technology — it’s some sort of microfiber deal that attracts the dust and then doesn’t let it go until you take it off the little plastic handle and throw it away. For someone who’s been using her 7-year-old’s old diapers and retired T-shirts for the same thing, well, it’s a revelation.
So it was with this in mind that I took a chance on the WetJet, which was both less and more than I expected. As a mop, it doesn’t clean as well as the old-fashioned bucket variety, but as a miracle of recombining existing Procter & Gamble products into a new one that sells for $17, it is really something.
The “cleaning pad” is just an ultra-thin maxi and/or disposable diaper. A little battery-operated pump squirts the “cleaning solution” (which should be unscented and called Floor-dex, in case anyone from P&G reads this) in front of the ultra-thin maxi, which is then used to wipe it down. The dirty solution gets sucked up in the superabsorbent core — think of the last diaper/maxipad ad you saw, where they dump the test tube of blue water into the thing — and you move on down the tile.
Hot water and Mr. Clean still cleans better. But if it’s a big pain in the butt to drag out the bucket and mess with the mop, you can Swiff the floor a lot faster. The name could be code for “lick and a promise.” Or “maxipad on a stick.”
But sometimes, that’s the best you can do.
Ergh, but it’s going to be a busy week. Another self-imposed writing deadline looms at the end of it, which means there’ll be lots of Guilt Blogging, also Procrastination Blogging and maybe, if I’m lucky, no blogging at all, because I’ll be writing.
If you’re betting, don’t bet on the last one.
If you’re into Lance Armstrong, you don’t need me to help you find one of the 12 million Lance-centric websites out there, not to mention the Outdoor Life Network, aka All Lance, All the Time, Even the Commercials TV. But I have to say, if you’re a registered WashPost user, I’m really impressed with their photo galleries. The Tour de France is a natural for pictures; it would be hard to do a lousy one. But this gallery is typical of the WashPost’s now — non-irritating use of Flash, nice snaps, the whole bit.
See you here tomorrow, with my clean-enough kitchen floor.