I feel compelled to relate a rather disturbing incident that befell me last night... In a departure from my usual graceful, gazelle-like movements, I was sadly outmaneuvered by my vacuum cleaner attachment. I was trying to get into the nether regions beyond the WAAAAY too high couch arms that held me back from the dust bowl AKA the corner of the living room rug. I had to wrap my arm around the shaft, and duck my head under the hose as I tried to fit the attachment under the legs of a small occasional table in the corner. I was kneeling on the couch, bending over the side...when I realized the hose had compressed around my oh-so-long-silken flax-like hair, and as I tried to unwrap it, it started to tighten around my neck, and I was hopelessly TRAPPED LIKE A RAT..all wound up in the vacuum hose. :( :( :( . There was NO WAY out! I started to laugh at the absurdity of my predicament, but I was afraid it would turn into a cry-fest. So I swallowed my pride (seriously...do I have any left?!) and yelled for Jordan to come rescue me from the jaws of the vacuum. (Luckily, Tom was out re-parking the car) Jordan came running from the back of the apartment, and while not really knowing what to make of the scene splayed out before him, gallantly came to extricate me from the monster that would likely see me dead before releasing its terrible grip from around my neck. The relief I felt that Tom hadnt witnessed my defeat by the merciless vacuum attachment is immeasurable. I thank my son, and will reward him by not making him watch A Charlie Browns Christmas with us for the eighth time this week. BTW...I am no longer allowed to be alone in the apartment when there is complicated equipment to be used. Or uncomplicated equipment for that matter... :/
Posted on: Tue, 09 Dec 2014 19:04:31 +0000
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