Sunday, April 17, 2011

New dance partner

Everything I do is like a dance.  On Friday, it was the dance with the vacuum.  My vacuum and I like to move around the floors, all the while getting tangled in the hose and the cord.  I am the queen of running over the cord.  I have run over my vacuum cord so many times, electrical tape is wrapped around most of the cord.  Apparently, between me and the cord, we don’t know who is supposed to lead in the vacuum dance.  You would think that after being run over so many times, the cord would give up and let me lead.
After our dance on Friday, my vacuum decided it had finally had enough.  Me, being me, I kept pumping on the pedal to make it go on.  After pumping the pedal, I started slamming the pedal because if pumping the pedal wasn’t working, surely slamming the thing would make it turn on.  No such luck.  Alas, the dance with my vacuum was over.
So, it was time to find a new dance partner.  Instead of an upright, I decided on a partner I could drag around behind me.  But this particular vacuum tells you how bad you are….not at dancing but at vacuuming.  The vacuum has sensor lights; green means you rock and red means you better continue because you stink at this. So instead of me waltzing around like I used to, this vacuum won’t allow me to do this.  It’s like this vacuum is the leader for the dance.  I have to go slowly until the vacuum thinks I am ready for the next step.  This vacuum is as serious as Max on Dancing With the Stars!!
I guess I will let my new dance partner lead the way around the house.  Apparently the vacuum knows how to do its job.  Now, if only I can have a sensor button to let me know when I am about to slam into the wall.

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