So basically that disclaimer up there has pretty much summed up this whole blog post. Maybe I should just leave it at that. Just one big disclaimer.
Seriously though, I'm getting old. Not in my wildest teen dreams did I ever think that one day I would be getting a hard-on for a vacuum cleaner. I mean, I am the laziest bitch around, housework is not a word that features heavily in my vocabulary, just ask Dave! So the fact that I am actually excited about a bloody hand-held vac is just ridiculous. Ridiculous!
|10 points if you get which movie I'm referring to both in this picture and at the end of this post.|
When I got the email looking for people to test out a new hand-held vac I was so excited. Mostly because I had actually asked Dave to get me one for Christmas, didn't matter what brand, it just had to be something I could suck up the dropped food from under Punky's high-chair with. Plus, when I got the email back to say that I had been chosen to test-drive it I was excited too because it meant that it would save Dave buying me a Christmas present and that meant that I could then try to bribe him in to making my Christmas present (and my next birthday present too mind you!) a ticket to the Digital Parents Conference in March.
Amazingly he has agreed that my Christmas and birthday present can indeed be a ticket to Digital Parents Conference. Now I just need to suck up the courage (pun absolutely intended!) to actually buy the ticket and go!
I'm really hoping this hand-held vac lives up to my high expectations. My highest expectation being that Punky won't actually be scared of this one like she is the big vacuum and that it will indeed be light enough to get her using it herself! Heck, if she can vacuum with her little toy vacuum cleaner than why the hell shouldn't she do it with the real thing and start earning her keep?
Judging by her reaction to the noise of the drill the other day though, I doubt she will take too quickly to the hand-held vac but one can dream can't they? The kid doesn't even flinch when a massive jet plane comes in to land over the top of the house, or a bloody F18 screams past on a fly-by (for those who aren't aware of just how loud that is, go hang out on the tarmac at your local international airport next to a plane revving it's engine before take-off and you'll get the idea) but she takes off running if I start the vacuum cleaner and within minutes there be tears! Strange kid. I'm thinking maybe I didn't do enough vacuuming while she was in the womb!
Anyhoo, that's the extent of the excitement in my life this week. Getting a hand-held vac to test out. It's not quite the easy money that sitting around talking about baby food and formula for two hours, while eating excellent food with endless drinks of my choice, and then walking out the door with an envelope of cash was, but its still pretty damn cool. And my house might actually be all the cleaner for it!
So are there any other losers out there like me that get a hard-on for a certain house-hold appliance? And is anyone else going to Digital Parent's Conference in March? Can I hide behind your skirt?
Oh, and by the way, it's Tuesday bitches! And you know what that means dontcha! It's IBOT with Jess time. And if you don't know what I'm talking about then go bow down at the feet of Jess and tell repeat "We're not worthy! We're not worthy!"