Have I mentioned my Dyson before? Do you have ANY idea how much I love my Dyson? Seriously, if I wasn’t married to Lala, I marry it. (That’s just around the corner, you know. If they make gay marriage legal, what next? It’s pretty reasonable to think that people will be marrying their vacuum cleaners next. I know I would.)
Not to go all product placement on you, but seriously, that thing works. (I just have the low-end yellow one.) It sucks EVERYTHING up, all this hair and white dust-skin-looking stuff and things you wish you didn’t know about. It WHOOOSHES up into the clear bucket, and sometimes I stop myself from looking at it while I’m vacuuming, just to save the thrill for the very end. I take the canister out and run at Lala: Look! Dude, check all this sh*t OUT! That’s from US! I like the squawk she makes when I do that.
Earlier, while I was vacuuming under the bed (yes, it’s still a new-to-us house), I vacuumed up a kleenex. Now, that’s power. Nothing like it.
I do think, however, that I killed the bathtub in my eagerness. It’s been looking dingy, and there’s always been a crack in the bottom that looks EXACTLY like a spider. So I went at it with SOS (the box SAID I could), and everywhere I rubbed turned a grimy grey. I think they must have done that tub refinishing paint stuff on it, and I think we need to do re-do it. I hate looking at it, though. It looks dirty, when it’s perfectly clean. Ew.
I do like to clean the house. I love that feeling after you clean and after you shower, when you walk the floors in bare feet and you pick up nothing at all.
Bleah. I have a weird tummy-thing going on recently. I’m going to relax now. I just made some Moosewood Cookbook (the new one) brownies, and Lala’s in charge of dinner, so I’m going to go watch Oprah. I took some pics of the tub, but pics of a tub are really, truly boring, so here’s some of my recent knitting:
It’s a sleeve from the newest Vogue Knitting (the green one in the Roman Holiday series, done in blue Sirdal Snuggly, I kid you not). And you know what? I’m working the last sleeve, and it seems a little small. Oh, wells. It’ll fit someone, right?
And this is how Harriet helps:
Okay. Oprah now. Have a good weekend, all!
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