I hired a cleaning lady when I admitted defeat in that I couldn’t work as much as I was/am working AND keep up with the level of fuzz and fur that was growing in my apartment. I have a shag rug (that sheds profusely) and a puppy (who sheds significantly), and when their powers combined, I was emptying the Dyson twice during a single once-over of my apartment. (My apartment is not that big.)
I found out on Thursday that my cleaning lady still does not know how to operate my vacuum.
If you know anything about me, you would probably know that it was a good thing Strand and I were already halfway through a bottle of white wine when this…this gremlin; this tribble; this…Godonlyknowswhat…reared its ugly head.