this blog totally SUX

We bought our first real vacuum today. Its just a little bit awesome.*

This is a grown-up vacuum and by that I mean that its full sized. Like I don't have to hunch over, get on my knees or in any way maneuver it with my entire right arm like an angry anteater. This guy is so awesome he actually pulls me ACROSS the room like an out-of-control St. Bernard. And the sucking, oh my god the sucking!** Apparently, we've been living in filth for the past 10 months. But, you know, when I saw the filter I didn't feel disgusted by myself.It was just too cool looking, too absolutely awesome that so many tiny little things could get caught in that contraption. and I own the contraption. and I like it.





*I think those two sentences makes me more of an adult then my wedding.
**I think I may get some pretty interesting ads and very disappointed potential readers from this.

nesting

Over the past few months I've had some trouble sitting still and finishing something. Anything. Never before have I had such a high pile of books by my bed, and my desk, and in the family room under the couch, a perfect place to stash books whose covers taunt me with their glossy covers and - as in the case of those under the coach - their unfinished foreign language exercises. There's no need to spend thousands of dollars on a fancy couch when a very reasonably priced Ikea couch will cover up those books just fine for you. Luckily, I'm married to a man who doesn't mind my constant book buying. In fact, he JUST AS GUILTY. Especially since he doesn't just buy books from the discount table at Costco or the university bookstore. He orders them from Germany. And then, if you're paying for one book to be shipped from Germany, you might as well, have another two or three or TEN added to the box, as well.

So we have a very cozy apartment. If cozy is code for dusty.