A Particular Quandary

Dear Fellow Lady Sowers,
                 I have a dilemma and I am curious if you have encountered the same issue.  When John and I are questioned by interested folks about our ministry, the man's involvement is easily summarized by "like Habitat but more restoration and maintenance".   Well ladies, while I am blessed and glorified in my service through Sowers, how do I convey to a non-Sower the blessing and fellowship and just plain fun we have scrubbing toilets?  Let's face it, our chores often don't have curb appeal.  I have laughed, loved and been richly rewarded by every chore, but I seldom have the time allotment to convey the richness of the experience.
                 Having now quantified the problem in my mind, I will endeavor to make an inventory of the various tasks completed since our first project in October 2005.  First, I have made an executive decision not to mention the roach infested kitchen cleanings, the warehouses overrun with mice (which on occasion over ran the Sower ladies as well), bug infested potatoes, which I just came from peeling, laundry in the 'dungeon', snakes in the trees, and alligators in the bayou.  I've had my head stuck in a cabinet and been chased by a cow across a field; I bet you could add a few to the list!  Perhaps this is not the best starting point for the conversation.   So, where do I go?  On the other hand, is it fair to only mention the "dream jobs" -  making valentine cards for the seniors, designing bulletin boards, child care, library work, tutoring and laundry in a clean fully-equipped facility (a truly wonderful chore).  These are lovely and rewarding and definitely non- yucky jobs.  In my experience, however, these 'dream chores' are few and far between and also not a faithful rendition of the typical ladies' experience.  It is not my intention to diminish the glory of the blessing to be had from these lovely clean tasks.   

    However,  my Sower repertoire is peopled with more gunk and grim, consisting mostly of food prep and pot scrubbing in kitchens followed with cleaning and mopping of same, painting indoors and out (not too bad just requires the right tools which are seldom at hand), yard and flower bed maintenance (same as painting), but mostly cleaning in all its derivatives.  This little verb, 'cleaning', encompasses a wide spectrum of activities which I find unfailingly includes toilets.  I imagine you also have spent some quality time with rubber gloves and toilets.  How in the world do I convey the blessing and reward of bathroom cleaning with a group of Sower Ladies to an interested acquaintance?  In the past I have simply said 'I have never had so much fun scrubbing toilets'.  Unfortunately this quip is not always well received. On occasion the lady's eyes glaze over and that frozen smile is followed by a quick exit.  I am in a quandary!  How do I communicate candidly the chore and vividly the blessing?  I desperately need your feedback.