Chimney Sweep

Over the weekend we swept the chimney.  Well, the husband swept the chimney while I spotted Hank as he climbed the ladder in an attempt to be a chimney sweep assistant.  If Charles Dickens were around, we could have tied Hank up on a rope and dropped him down the chimney so he could clean the parts that needed it most.  But since that is sick, twisted, and probably illegal we just stuck to the traditional method.

The husband did a fine job of sweeping the chimney while enduring my continuous singing of the Mary Poppins chim chiminy char-oo.  I think the Husband makes a lovely sweep!