Vacuum Envy

Ryan's car broke today. Again. It's starting to fall apart one piece at a time. (Or maybe 1,573.87 pieces at a time. That's how it kind of feels.) So it's stuck on base where I had to drive this evening in rush hour traffic to pick Ryan up from work. We're in the process of figuring out where to have it towed to get it fixed and who to get to tow it. Since when we were looking for an auto insurance quote we didn't even consider roadside assistance, we for sure do not have it on our policy. So who knows how much this mess is going to cost us. Guess that's what we get for procrastinating on fixing something we knew was a problem and just hoped to milk a little bit longer before dealing with. That's about how our lives work.

It's kind of like our vacuum cleaner. Ryan did the vacuuming for me one day and got something he shouldn't have that has broken the main part of our vacuum. The extensions all work fine, but the vacuum itself does not pick up anything that is on the carpet. And it's really annoying since we have a dog that sheds 1,297,682,196.25 hairs a day. And that's not considering how much I shed. I probably put Kieran to shame on a good day. So I've been trying to convince Ryan that we need a new vacuum, a nicer vacuum. Like that new Dyson Ball that looks like it makes cleaning smaller spaces with lots of angles (*ahem*Like maybe an apartment crowded with baby related contraptions.*ahem*) a dream come true for a neat freak like myself.

But it costs $400 or something crazy so Ryan about had a brain anneurism right then and there when I finally admitted the cost. And yet he'll lay down $60 to $70 for one video game and want another one a week later. Of course, I don't always let that fly either so I suppose it's all fair in love and war. Maybe I just need to start saving my measly paid blogging revenue for that vacuum cleaner. That could take a while, though. Like a couple of years. We'll all be swimming in Kieran fur by then. Literally. Anya will be eating it for a snack. Because there will be nothing I can do to stop her due to the sheer volume of it all. Guess it's time to break out the screwdrivers and let Ryan attempt to fix the cheap, broken vacuum that we have. Darn.