so sometimes you’re taking a bath and when you get out you wrap yourself in a towel and then you walk into the living room and realize that the dogs have been busy tearing things up while you were distracted, and as you had intended to vacuum today anyway and had already gotten out the vacuum, you decide to take care of this mess here right quick. so you start up the vacuum, which regurgitates some dusty weirdness and you realize that something’s wrong (and you hope it’s not a belt thing because the last thing you want to do is fiddle around with that mess). so you turn over the vacuum and begin to take it apart but eventually you need two hands and you drop the towel you’ve heretofore been holding around yourself. you extricate some kind of hairy dusty plasticky globule from the end of a nozzle piece and then you attend to the repair of your appliance. you realize that you forgot to unplug it before taking it apart like that and you are grateful for the reprieve from electrocution. you figure, the job’s already begun and you’ve made this big yucky mess, so you proceed to finish vacuuming the rest of the house.
Friday February 19, 2010
i’m pretty sure naked vacuuming will be the next olympic sport. i’m not sure if it will be placed in the winter or the summer games, but it’s gonna happen.
