So This past Saturdays the poor hubby had to work, super rare on a weekend. I on the other hand wasn't to bummed, because I HATE to clean with him around lurking over my shoulder!!! He's like my very own Mr Clean! As soon as he walked out the door at 5:30 I was up scrubbing toilets. The kids were sleeping on the couch, so I took a break got coffee and blogged for a bit. Then I proceeded to vacuum the WHOLE house (yes I'm yelling!), I go to dump the canister, its empty!!! FUCK! Stupid vacuum! Hubs get a pissed off text. we've been "saving" this vacuums life for over a year I'm done! So that started my morning off a little rocky, mind you I still have to go to HIS family's birthday party! UGH! And its too early to drink! Then I'm doing my dishes, and what do you think happened??? My one and only (and pretty etched zebra C) wine GLASS decided to commit suicide off the bar, but hello its carpet, it wont break right? WRONG!!!! SHATTERED!!!! How sad! Now I have no vacuum to clean all this up, and I have no wine glass to drink my sorrows away!
I guess its time to pull out the red solo cup.....
Needless to say, that night, after the birthday party, blah, Hubby got me (OK really him) a new and amazing vacuum!!! And of course who used it first??? That's right Mr Clean!
No comments:
Post a Comment