Perfect Plug

Of all the house hold chores I get to do, vacuuming is my favorite. In fact, the only thing I don't like about vacuuming is trying to remember how to spell it. Two C's or two U's? (Feel free to share your clever associations) Anyway, we had our home appraised recently for a refinance. The appraiser was talking about square feet and how long our garage was etc... Exciting things I don't get to converse about on a regular basis. I don't know about you, but I really can't picture what 200 yards or even 200 feet look like. So. I think everyone should learn to speak in vacuum terms to me. Instead of talking about square footage on my house, the appraiser should have asked how many different plugs I must use to vacuum the upstairs. Without hesitation I would have blurted out, "One!!" He would have been impressed with my extensive knowledge, had he asked me that. All the same, I recall how excited I was the day I found my one perfect plug. I vacuumed the entire upstairs without the annoyance of switching plugs. I guess you could say we've sucked together, my vacuum and I. I suck at spelling vacccuuum and my vacuum has great suction. May you be so lucky!

In other news....

Just once I'd like to run around naked in some puppy dog slippers while emptying shelves and cupboards to my hearts delight. I would make everyone around me giggle with my infectious grin and I could get away with anything! That's the dream life. I can only think of one thing that I may improve upon-some puppy dog gloves. I wouldn't want to catch a cold for heavens sake!

In other news Brynner got a cop car for Christmas. It speeds off with incredible force and even makes sounds. He's quite pleased with it.

In other, other news Brynner can finally fit into the corduroy jacket we bought years and years ago. He's our little college professor.

And yet some more news. My son kind of looks like me in this picture. I can't quite place exactly which feature, but it's awesome.