I thought I was happy....and then I got a dustbuster. Now I know what true happiness is and it looks like "spot cleaning ala carte". My Korean home is so tiny that my usual habit of leaving coins (they drop and I just can't be bothered...really, do they have to be so flat and round?) and bobby pins (prom hair takes a lot of metal) all over the floor can make it look like a tornado blew through Bizwell #215. But no more. Now I just bust my dust and the world is clean again.
The funny thing is that I've never been very OCD about cleaning...but now I can't help myself. Every chance I get I'm pulling out the dustbuster to pick up anything. I drop a cracker and instead of picking it up, I step on it and grind it down JUST SO I CAN USE THE DUSTBUSTER. If this keeps up, I might need professional help.
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I'm picturing a dustbuster full of pennies and bobby pins. If you ever need to feed a meter or pin back a loose bang, just open the vacuum.
Ewe Ansley, dirty bobby pins in your hair? It was funny, but I don't think you've opened one of those things up to clean them out. I'd not even use coins that once resided in there.
But NB, your story makes me covet your dustbuster. You sell it like the dream answer to all my cleanliness needs.
I saw you use the Dustbuster exactly twice within a few hours. I consulted with a therapist and he suggested that you pop into a therapy group that meets in the DVD room of your building on every third Wednesday of the month. Call me if you need a sponsor.
You inspired me, I just bought a dustbuster. I was jealous and then I realized I could just go get my own.
oh nostalgia...
i feel much better knowing you are doing the same thing, I thought I was wierd.
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