No sweat

For some time, I've been formulating a theory in my mind. See, I like to vacum. There's something nice about the lines in the carpet, the wide open spaces and getting all the fluffy, well, fluffed. I'm almost a little sad when little footprints begin to take over the fluff, even though the first few, right when the fluff is fresh and the imprints are distinct, make me feel all mushy and maternal. Anyhow. Back to my point. I don't let the kids eat in the living room, I'm not a food in the kitchen Natzi, but, for the most part, food does stay in the kitchen. So, why, when I vacum in the morning, is the rug over run with crumbs by afternoon? My theory is this: I think the children sweat crumbs. I'm not quite sure how they do it, but I'm on to them now. I'm watching. Waiting. I may even send off to the government for one of those crazy grants so I can study the situation more in depth.

I've also had another thought. The person who comes up with zip off couch covers that can be tossed in the washer, deserves to be rich. I'm not talking about some cheesy slip cover, I'm talking about the upholstery itself. I know they say not to do it, but I zip the covers off the seat pillows and wash them about once a month. My seat cushions look great. The rest of the couch? Not so much. Oh well, I do what I can. Maybe when I'm done with the Great Sweat Study I'll look into modifying that upholstery. ;O)