Love Sucks - But in a Good Way

I’ve been called many things, but “domestic goddess” is probably not on the list. Generally, my motto is, “Keep your home clean enough to be healthy and messy enough to be happy.” I’m a lame housekeeper, I’ll be the first to admit it. There are a lot more things I’d rather be doing than cleaning house. I do it, occasionally. But not like I should.

One reason is that when I get done, it looks like I never did anything. Particularly the floors, and let’s face it – a dirty floor makes the whole room look dirty. Hardwood is one thing; sweep and you’re done – a vast improvement. But our big throw rugs? They’ve got almost as much dog hair on them as our most beautiful dog himself, and our tired old vacuum cleaner just didn’t get it up. Vacuuming and nothing were nearly the same thing, which was discouraging.

That is until Hub bought me my new vacuum cleaner.

Now to most modern women, the gift of a vacuum cleaner would hold an insulting reference to 1950’s socio-sexist politics. But only until they’d meet my new baby, I bet.

If it’s possible to be in love with a vacuum cleaner, I am. Sleek, with 3 filters (one of them HEPA), 24 - count 'em, 24! - cyclonic chambers, a never lose suction guarantee, pull-out telescoping tube handle, 4 attachments including special pet hair ones, and dressed in my favorite color. It sucks everything but the color out of the carpet. And I love it. I love it so much I bet I even vacuum more than once every month or two now.

Thank you, Hubby – I love you even more than my new vacuum cleaner. I mean it!

BTW, after many hours of pain and suffering, I'm finally overcoming my sinus infection. Thanks to everyone for the get well wishes!

And may God bless the SAINT who invented Zithromax. :)