I've come down with something that includes a fever and stomach cramps
Could be Norovirus.
My onerous tasks are work things. And I'm slogging through them.
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I've come down with something that includes a fever and stomach cramps
Could be Norovirus.
My onerous tasks are work things. And I'm slogging through them.
I decided to only work a half day, which means I didn't do any of my work onerous tasks. It's cleaning person day too, which means someone else is doing my home onerous tasks.
I'm at swim lessons with the kids now. After this, derby practice. I haven't worked out a t all this week and I'm worried I'm going to barf during endurance drills.
Tomorrow is a day off. The apartment is a wreck, so I intend to get some serious cleaning done.
The problem is the vacuum. When Kristen and I consolidated belongings, we gave my vacuum to one of Kristen's coworkers.
But Kristen's vacuum hates me. I break the belt every time I use it. It ate a hat and a cat toy. I have no idea how it managed to eat a hat. I was using the extender tool thingy to clean the baseboards and suddenly it smelled like barbecue. I don't know how the hat fell off the bedpost, but the vacuum managed to suck it up. And then the horror.
I really loved that hat.
So now it needs another new belt after going after the cat toy.
I'm so irritated at this vacuum.
I know it sounds like I'm nuts and vacuumed these things up on my own, but the cat toy was several inches away. And the thing just...lurched toward it.
I swear it's sentient.
What I'm saying is, Kristen's vacuum is Skynet.
I'm just going to keep posting, people. I have to make up for like, a year of not posting.
I like your posts, Allyson! I once had a vacuum like this--it made regular lunges for the curtains and they all ended up with shredded hems after a while. Some machines just HATE US.
Some machines just HATE US.
There's still one more open spot in the next Battlestar Galactica game. I'm just saying.
RIGHT? I'm not going to let this vacuum beat me, though.
I want a clean place for Thanksgiving. I plan to make a turkey breast, sit in my jammies, and get the decorations together for chrismakah.