Friday, July 20, 2007
Call Me Crazy
Isn't it totally lame that I have been dreaming of buying one of these things ever since; 1. I saw an infomercial for one 2. Cohen started eating cheerios and 3. Do I need another reason? This is what my life has come to. Instead of dreaming about jewelry (I don't know that I've ever done that), clothes, handbags (ditto), shoes (ditto), or the newest make-up product (ditto again), I dream about cleaning products. Who can I blame this on...my parents the neat freaks? How about thanking them instead....or at least Eric should be. Imagine how much money I have saved him. So then why was I feeling so guilty about spending $35 bucks on this? Maybe because I already have a canister vacuum, a robot vacuum, a swiffer, and of course a broom. There, I am admitting to my compulsion and can only compare it to those out there that have black heels, flats, sandals, wedges, and flip flops. I've picked my poison. I will not be winning "Best Dressed Mom" anytime soon (Em - stop nodding your head in agreement), but dammit you better believe my floors will be clean.
Posted by josieposie at 11:43 AM