In my family I have this crazy aunt who insists her carpets have perfectly lined up vacuum marks. She even vacuums on her way out the front door so as not to leave any footprints behind in her perfectly manicured carpet.
I have become that crazy aunt.
Because internets? I GOT A DYSON.
It was a culmination of gifts for surviving law school. my birthday, mother’s day, putting up with Cody and of course my all encompassing awesome.
It feels completely natural to hug it. And I do, regularly.
I need to get a house so I can have more square footage to vacuum. (And no, I’m not kidding.)
Want to be my friend? Come through my front door and throw glitter on the floor. Not only will it give me an excuse to vacuum, can you imagine how awesome glitter would look swiriling through the high impact polycarobonate canister?
NaBloPoMo for May here at moosh in indy has been foiled by my intense love for an appliance that sucks.