Behold - the Mighty Vacuum

It's the only thing in your life that should suck.

Amen.

See, now - if I could just stop right there.  Wouldn't that be a cute little post?

Witty - smart - cute.

Drivel-less.

I am going to stop saying drivel, cause I'm sure it's getting old.

But I can't stop there.

I have to tell you why I started vacuuming to the point of obsession.

I have to tell you what kind of vacuum I have, and why I like it, ad nauseum.

I know a lot of you chuckle at my vacuum fetish.

Y'all even make fun of me over it.

Yes, y'all. 

I think I have to spell it right.

I'm a conformist.

I'm sorry Shannan.

First, I must address something.  Did I spell gallivant wrong?  I originally spelled it galivant, which looks right to me, and spell check changed it to gallivant.  Why do these things bother me so?  Misspelled words prick my brain like an insect bite.

My obsession with vacuuming started when I found myself with a houseful of cats and fleas.

I kept getting bitten.

I was freaking out.

The thought of bugs in my house flips me out.

The whole bed bug scare has me flipped right out, especially knowing that on November 12th I'll be sleeping in a Holiday Inn bed in Columbus, Ohio.

My skin is crawling thinking about it.

When I know there is something in my house that shouldn't be there - law, there is no rest to be had for anyone.  I talk about it non-stop, and think about it constantly.

I began my attack.  I really didn't want to bomb the house, or use strong chemicals.  So I used me vacuum and borax.  I would walk in my living room with white socks on and stand there for a minute.  Within that minute, I would see the dreaded black seed on me sock.  I would get the vacuum out and vacuum wildly.

Numerous times a day I would do this.  White sock, stand there, vacuum.  I did this until I no longer saw any black dots on me sock after five minutes. It took a little over a week.

I'm embarrassed to tell you how many times a day I vacuumed back then.

For me to do it once a day right now is so totally normal, you have no idea.

I have an Oreck XL2 vacuum, and I love it.

If I had unlimited funds, I would probably have a much different vacuum, but this one serves my purpose.

I paid around $300 for this one.

It's lightweight enough for me to carry upstairs without clunking it all around.

It has a hypo allergenic cover, and I go the extra step and use the hypo allergenic bags as well.

They are rather costly, but I think my health is worth it.

Dreaded dust allergy.

The feeling that vacuuming gives me is a feeling of order.

It's the finishing touch to my chores for the day.

As I'm taking it out of the cabinet that I keep it in, I have a sense of accomplishment that the house chores are about done.

I don't like seeing giblets on the floor.

I don't know how y'all with kids do it.

Do you ever make peace with the giblets?