Meet Dyson. Our new best friend.
I apologize for that last one. I'm torn between being pleased that the vacuum works so well and utterly disgusted that we were living in such a pig sty.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
This Sucks
Tired of wading through motes of cat fur, Katie hair, and other unmentionable debris, Andy and I finally gave in and shelled out the bucks for a new (working!) vacuum cleaner. We came home and, of course, I couldn't wait to clean all the rugs. All I can say is, wow.
Meet Dyson. Our new best friend.
I apologize for that last one. I'm torn between being pleased that the vacuum works so well and utterly disgusted that we were living in such a pig sty.
Meet Dyson. Our new best friend.
I apologize for that last one. I'm torn between being pleased that the vacuum works so well and utterly disgusted that we were living in such a pig sty.
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Motes?
How about mounds ???
How many Horton's got sucked up?
(hint - Dr Seuss ...)
Oh, and indirect congrats to Uncle Andy to be and Aunt Katie to be.
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