A few years ago our friends were moving away, that's the story of our life. I helped pack up their apartment on a Friday night and Mickey took the girls the next morning to load a truck and clean the apartment. Somehow Megan came home with a mop. Did it even have the sponge thing on it? I can't remember. I just know that it had seen better days. (I believe Meg rescued it from going to the trash.) Well, as Mickey was packing up the garage today he came across that mop. (Yes, Janel, we still have it.) Mickey said it was not going to survive this move.
He took a hack saw to it and it found it's way to the trash can. It was nice knowing you, mop.