A-me received a steam shark for Christmas, and when we finally got around to using it we were astonished. The little mopping cloth that started out brilliant white turned black with our undetectable floor grime. Holy shit... we're pigs! This thing cleans so damn well it pulls the varnish off your floors, it cleans so thoroughly it takes the sheen away, and all the while it has the ability to reduce your self esteem. Damn thing is amazing AND! it makes you feel like a complete idiot for what you once thought "clean" was.

Between the hours of 6 -7 p.m. dinner is served at our house. Mr. 5, Mr. 7, and myself usually glide through the dining room in our socks. We start off in the living room, and our socks can attain that powerful static energy that will propel us across the dining room in one graceful slide. Not with the steam shark. No. As soon as our socks hit that floor after it had been "cleaned" it was like placing a vacuum on your forehead. STUCK. ...and what does this do to a person who's momentum is hurling them towards the kitchen? It creates a gravitational pull like no other. It gives you the sensation you might be a Barbie doll as your leg is being torn out of your hip socket. It gives you .003 seconds to perform a skipping or hopping action before it instantaneously slams your face and body into the floor. AWESOME!

But I'll have you know, after only a week of our filthy lifestyle we have returned to our normal floor gliding techniques.