One of the first things that happened to me this morning was that I reached into a cupboard and dumped an inexplicably open bag of powdered sugar into my face, all down the front of my robe and onto the counter top and floor.
I carefully walked outside to remove my robe and shake out as much powdered sugar as possible from my clothes and hair. Hi, neighbors! Don't mind me! Aren't you glad I wear baggy pajamas?
Then I did what I could with the Shop Vac to sweep up the rest before the cats could come in and distribute it throughout the house in the form of sticky little footprints.
You know how when you eat powdered sugar donuts in the car and get the sugar on your clothes, it's really hard to brush it off? Yeah, it's the same phenomenon when you're trying to vacuum it off a slate floor.
So, onward and upward, right?