My vacuum.
It must've taken one last look at my intensely shedding canine, and decided to surrender. I'm going to contact the local school to see if they'll send over a kid from the band to play Taps when I set the vacuum out on the curb. That machine served so valiantly. For years it braved tumbleweeds of disembodied dog fur, cobwebs galore via the hose attachment, sand, flora tracked and/or dragged in by said shedder. Not to mention the recent... incident involving the diatomaceous earth.
I had to borrow a friend's vacuum yesterday. Upon surveying the scene he suggested a rake might be a more suitable tool for the job.
This title made me laugh. Someone said that very comment to me at an art show. He thought he was so cool, all tatted from head to toe looking when he told me "your art doesn't suck" I laughed about it for days and now it's one of my all time favorite lines. Did I already tell you this story at the Pannikin?
ReplyDeleteI am very sorry about your vacuum. It's strange, mine broke on the same day. Something must have happened, planets got unaligned, zapping the crap out of appliances. I know have a new one that i've fallen madly in love with.
I'm wondering how good princes really are at vacuuming. ...But why cast aspersions, right?
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