Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Fantasy

My alarm woke me up this morning, pulling me out of a phenomenal dream world. Stretching awake to reality was tough; I wanted simply to curl up and luxuriate further. It was a dream of my wildest fantasies and, although I know it would never come true, the thought that it might sent chills running down my spine and goosebumps on my arms.

I dreamed that my client's bathroom had been cleaned and I no longer had to kneel in cat shit to bathe him.

Such a fantasy.

Speaking of cleaning, I bought a new vacuum yesterday (goodbye iPod dreams). When I first moved to Tucson, I bought a cheap vacuum, not realizing I'd be vacuuming up enough cat hair to weave a blanket and kitty litter to soak up the Valdez oil spill. My friend Jen (domestic goddess that she is) recently purchased a Dyson and has been raving about it. Since she went bagless, I figured I could too. Dysons were not in my budget, but the Hoover Em-Power was. At $128, I am in love.

I have vacuumed my floor twice, fascinated with the sucking power, watching the bagless container fill up with cat hair, dust and kitty litter. I could spend hours just pushing the Em-Power across my floor.

First baking brownies and now enjoying vacuuming? Just call me Wifey.

2 comments:

Meggs said...

I really enjoy your vacuum-love. Unfortunately my vacuum is still yucky with vomit traces...no good. So I have been borrowing Emily's phenomenal Rainbow water-bong vacuum in order to put off a.)cleaning the nasty vacuum and/or b.)finding out I cannot clean the nasty vacuum and must buy new one. Can I say "vacuum" one more time?
Love ya.

Funky Fresh Freddie said...

vacuuming cat hair is an absoloute chore. so i killed my cat.