I’m in love——–with my ANIMAL

Oh dear, here I’m on this computer again. It is a foggy Sunday morning, day number two for having this big house to myself. I sent BB and his youngest son Kevyn off to the Cabin without me. I needed some weekend alone time to try and get back into the Flylady thing. (For those readers who don’t know what the heck is “fly lady” let me explain: It is a website that helps you organize your house and life for that matter-flylady.net) I have fallen off the wagon. I’m so tired of coming home to a messy house after a hard day at work. Your house is supposed to be your haven of rest, your sanctuary not a dark pit of hell. The fly lady system teaches the importance of having order in your house which will lead you to have order in every aspect of your life. I find this concept to be very true for me.

In order to have and maintain a clean house one must have the proper tools of the trade. I noticed my 5-year-old triple filtered Eureka wasn’t putting out anymore. I would find myself vacuuming over and over again a single strained of black doggie hair. We have wall to wall white carpet-I don’t understand why his x wife would do such a thing-must be revenge. Our Rottweilers have free reign over the entire house leaving fur everywhere-even in the fridge. I heard about the new bagless cleaners, thinking about not having to deal with the hassles of finding the correct bag –I’m sure you know what I’m taking about. Finally the bag in your vacuum explodes open-a filthy mess!

A disgusting mess!

Thank God this wasn’t my mess

With the debit card in my hand, BB and I headed over to Tagret to check out these new bagless vacuum cleaners.

I was on a mission, bi-passed my usual jaunts; the new scrapbooking section, books, electronics, candles. I was a women with a loaded debit card with focus–no Target impulse buying today. I ventured over to the household wares and saw the vaccum cleaners all lined up in a pretty little row. I examined each one carefully, Roomba Intelligent floorVac, Fantom Twister, The Boss, Europro Super Shark and the Hoover Wind Tunnel. It was as if I was trying to decide what ride to throw up on I mean pick at the Puyallup Fair. Such names for vaccume cleaners. The very last cleaner I saw was the Dyson ANIMAL a bright purple space object looking-yes I said PURPLE Of course, I had to get the purple cleaner, my favorite “happy” color. The man who invented it had his picture on the back of the box. The box labeling listed it was the most powerful upright for removal of pet hair, first cleaner that doesn’t loose suction, expanded telescope wand for eaiser stair cleaning. I’am SOLD! The coolest vaccum also came with the most expensive price tag of $469.00.

IT SPOKE TO ME—-IT REALLY DID

HOW COOL IS A PURPLE VACCUM CLEANER

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ITS MINE

BB was less than thrilled, but I reminded him that I have never seen him vaccum in four years and I just might want to be the perfectly house girlfriend and vaccum every day. It would be mine, in fact I reminded him that I was forking over the bill with my loaded debit card. I guy can’t argue with this proclaimation now can he. So I loaded up the big box into my very own cart.

Now, did you really think I could go to Target and only get one thing. Just not possible. Started placing items into BB’s cart, just little things like a scrapbook, two pok-a-dot notebooks, stickers-for scrapping of course.

We were a very cute couple in line with his and her shopping carts. He bought an electric blanket for the Cabin, fire place thingy,fire place matches-and the items I so cleverly placed in his cart. I went up to bat first with my big ticket item the ANIMAL, placed my debit card into the slot and waited…..and waited…..”What do you mean not approved! I have over $1000.00 in my account”! Tried running it through again……NO Go. Damn, then I remembered my account will only allow for purchases under $400.00. An apparent theft precaution.

Now I owe BB over $500.00. Lets see if he remembers that I owe him money…(: