It's Wednesday and I'm wondering two things:
1. Can you believe DH was actually vacuuming downstairs on Sunday?
2. Can you believe the vacuum broke while he was doing it (and with my mother flying into town tomorrow)?!
He said he smelled something burning before it broke so you know I would have stopped and checked it out. Sigh. If I haven't killed him by now I guess he's safe.
UGH! My poor vacuum. Do you think I can tell Katie and the critters to stop shedding for a while?