I have had a busy week. I know
some most of you think I sit around and eat bonbons all day, but that really is not the case. I sit around and drink vodka all day. You know, I raised three kids almost stone cold sober, but these dogs are driving me to drink. I swear to goodness, you would, too, if you had to deal with the likes of this:
I took it to the vacuum repair shop (yes, they really do still have those) where they told me it would cost more than I paid for the vacuum to replace the cord. *sigh* You know, if I had a really expensive vacuum cleaner it would have one of those thingies that pulls the cord back in and I wouldn’t need to come to the vacuum repair store and spend my spring sandal money to get the cord replaced. Well, hell, let’s be honest, if I could afford one of those really expensive vacuum cleaners, I could afford a maid to come vacuum for me and take her vacuum with her so my dog wouldn’t chew up the cord. Anyway, since I never really liked that vacuum cleaner to begin with, I wasn’t going to pay that much money to get it fixed, so off to Wal-Mart I went to get a new vacuum.
I got one especially designed for pet hair, but you’re not allowed to use it on the actual dog. It says so all over the box. Seems to me if they made one you could genuinely use on the dog, it would take out an unnecessary step. But whatever.
Oh, and while all that was going on, I recovered the cornice board.
See? I really do do stuff.