Yes, it’s true. I have a new love in my life. Meet my vacuum:
I realize I am cresting on a whole new level of lame, but it is what it is. I freaking love this thing. It’s like a toy, only better because you get results. The only downside is that I am a tad concerned that my enthusiasm is adversely affecting my mental health (i.e. vacuum is up and going at the sight of a single cat hair on the floor), but at least that beats being too depressed to clean at all…I think.
4 months today. Ugh. I’m making that sound a lot lately. Uuuuuuggghhhhh. Loud and guttural, from the pit of my belly and well up into my throat. When words fail me, when I see a picture and something twigs, when I have a thought and tell myself “I can’t wait to tell Joey that”. When I forget for a split second that he’s gone and that it will be a long-ass time before I get to see him again. Uuuuuuuggghhhhh. This sucks.
In un-sucky news, my Auntie Jean and Uncle Clive from Britain are over for a visit. Marm is excited:
There has finally been success in the eagle-spotting department, although that success is yet to be reflected on film. Still plenty of time though.
Ta-ta for now my pretties.