Wednesday, April 12, 2006

The Boss

My parents are coming to visit on Friday. I'm half excited and half dreading my inevitable metamorphosis into a 16 year old child. Although my sister lives in Wilmington now and will be sharing this visit with me, so maybe she'll get to be the 16 year old and I can be...uh...18. Or something.

My parents recently gave me this incredibly complicated vacuum cleaner. I had just admitted to them that years ago I threw away the attachments to mine. I was like, who needs these? They keep on falling off and getting in my way! So I threw them out. It was years before I really understood what they were for. So now that my husband has reformed me into a person who might use attachments, my parents gave me The Boss. I'm not kidding. It says that right on there. And seriously, I think it is the boss of me. I'm a little afraid of it. It has something on it called the Power Paw, which I think is the mother of all attachments and may be seeking to avenge its lost children. It also has a swirling, super-charged duster which I do not understand at all. Thomas loves it and seems at one with its many functions, but I just leave it in the mud room and mutter oaths at it periodically. I'm afraid this vacuum cleaner will return me to my former cleaning habits.

Tomorrow is my last day of work before spring break! I plan to drink my own body weight and then spend Friday hating myself and my new vacuum cleaner. Hurrah!


Cue Gal said...

Perhaps you and the Boss can bond over a cocktail or two.

Space Kase said...

I had no idea you had a blog. And it's so you. It's like you're talking to me, via dial-up, here in my crappy little office where I eagerly await the weekend. Are you talking to me? Cause, dude, these are like your half of the conversations we have when we talk. I miss you. I wish you were talking to me.

Megs said...

Kase, no matter who I'm talking to, I'm always talking to you.