There are probably a million things that have happened that I could have blogged about, but I haven't been writing anything down. This is why I am a terrible blogger.
So! Let's talk about sharks.
Firstly, I've decided that all sharks should become vegetarian.
Secondly, I bought a purple Shark vacuum.
Which is completely not really newsworthy and is terribly boring to pretty much everyone on the planet, except that it sucks up all my dog and cat hair and makes me a happy, happy woman. I've turned into a vacuumholic. (At least a little bit.) I vacuum my bed. My pillows. The dog bed. The floor. I've tried to vacuum the big, white, fluffy dog, but she runs away. I vacuum EVERYTHING. I feel safe to put my bare feet on my carpet and not feel like I'm getting fur, litter, or drool all over my feet.
Also? It's purple. How fucking awesome is that? Obviously, this vacuum was made for me.
Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure Boy thinks I'm a little off for being so in love with my vacuum cleaner. My hearing-dog fears it, my deaf-dog ignores it, and both cats think it's going to eat them. It's okay, little purple machine. Mommy loves you.
Side note: I used to be afraid of vacuums, too. I was always very ginger about turning them on. Kind of how I was afraid of toilets flushing until I was in, oh... 5th grade or so. You know the ones I'm talking about; the toilets that flush with the force of a tornado? I always thought I was going to be attacked by toilet water, or the monster that lives in the pipes.