I have no idea how Friday got here (again) so quickly. Nevertheless…
I’ve been using the fact that my central vac has been in the shop as an excuse not to sweep the kitchen floor. The crumb situation is getting out of control. WTF? (I was going to post a photo of me with the vacuum, but how dull is that? Instead it’s way more exciting to see a man! With a vacuum!)
Why is Dawson’s hair blond, but his eyebrows are nearly black? WTF?
Why is it okay for Angelina Jolie to head to Iraq, but not “single mom” Katie Couric? Because Brad Pitt is just that awesome a Dad? WTF?
I am apparently so dumb at times I’ve written a cheque to someone from an account that is now closed. WTF? Throwing away the offending cheque book. (Cheque cheque cheque, that’s how we spell it here, okay?)
We had two containers of leftover takeout in the fridge when I went to bed Wednesday night. When I got up Thursday morning, BOTH were gone. WTF? Not cool, honey. But I still love you.
I’m glad to see that the leftovers were put to good use, at least.
I hate running the vacuum. It’s so damn LOUD. Recently I’ve discovered this hip thing called the broom, and I expect it to be all the rage. It’s quiet and doesn’t break on you!
(You might think I’m being sarcastic, but really, it did just occur to me to start sweeping the kitchen floor if I don’t like the vacuum, and it worked so well that I nearly called my mother in excitement. Hi, I went to college.)
Oh look, it’s Katie Holmes before the brainwashing. Step into the light, Katie!
(Seriously, Katie + Tom = WTF)
A picture of a man with a vacuum, it’s kind of like porn.