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Hee hee! That quote really struck me . . . not that my husband walked across the floor in his barn boots . . . but . . . he had been working out in the yard on the tractor digging trenches. AFTER I had mopped all the floors, I was walking along bare-foot and stepped in dirt that he had tracked in on his sandals. Urg!!! He’s supposed to take his shoes off at the door anyway! Oh well, out came the broom to clean up that mess. Love DOES conquer all . . .