mopping in style

When I asked PaCharley for a bucket this afternoon, ready to mop the [un-tiled] floors, he paused for a moment then said he did. “But you have to promise you won’t laugh,” he added. I made no promises. We walked to the utility closet and he handed me the most lovely-hued mop bucket I’ve ever had the privilege of using. I held the bucket up to my conveniently matching pink t-shirt. And I laughed :-)