Ladies and gentleman, I am in loveeeee……………………and I owe it all to my brand new, Shark Rocket Ultra-Light Upright. Sweet baby Jesus I am over the moon and I doubt if I’ll come down from the clouds any time soon.
We are country mice, and we have no squares to spare for things like vacuum cleaners. However, I have had the same burber carpet for 15 years-and as I’ve been using my in-laws twenty year old Oreck vacuum, complete with holes in the outer bag-for longer than I care to admit-well, I grabbed that Kohl’s 30% off coupon and ran for the jeep before anyone could stop me. I was a woman on a mission, and nothing, NOTHING I TELL YOU, WOULD GET IN MY WAY.
You want to know about pure hell on earth? Try living in a small farm house with 6 cats and a golden retriever without a workable vacuum. If you’re lucky, you won’t lose your freaking mind, and if you’re really lucky? Well, you won’t be seen cursing a blue streak whilst kicking the shit out of said crap vacuum on your front porch in your skivvies. True story. I hate that piece of shit like I hate poison, and I can finally say adios!!!!!!!! you mother effer, you are banned to the land of failed household appliances, forever.
My husband just laid mouse traps, that’s right, mouse traps under my settee and behind my wood stove, as the cats were so afraid of that monstrosity? They would literally crap their pants-or, crap my floor is more like it.
I have become such a germ phobe that I wear flip flops in my own shower, for crying out loud, after I have scoured it with Clorox. And God forbid the shower curtain touches me, I wince in disbelief each and every time it happens.
Did I tell you my brother, mon frere, my amigo is coming tomorrow? I may be a withered nub of nothing when he arrives, but you can bet your sweet ass my house will be clean.