It's safe to say that I take after my Dad.

Well, OK.

If you were to ask the question, and I were to answer honestly, then I’d have to admit that yes, I may be slightly obsessed with the new vacuum. After cleaning the carpets umpteen times last week, I realized that I was missing the satisfaction of the clink-cluck-ger’fliunk-sound of stuff being pulled up by the mighty, mighty power of the Kenmore Magic Blue Canister Vacuum.

I would not go unsatisfied.

Why else would I plunk down $100 for my shiny new toy, if not to be entertained by it?

This might explain how everything in one closet, curiously found its way to my bedroom floor this past weekend. The floor in that particular room now looks like a war zone of cotton vs. wool. Several innocent polyester blends appear to be fighting a losing battle by running interference between the two. It's a ridiculous, completely unnecessary mess. But oh, it was so totally worth it. That closet is spotless.