Well, it was time.  Long overdue in fact.  It was time to face the horrors beneath the couch. 

I pulled out my trusty Dyson Animal (love) and began manhandling the love seat out of the way before realizing that first I would have to put the dogs away before Flash took offense to the presence of said vacuum.  I’m not quite sure why he thinks the vacuum cleaner needs to be taken down but he does.  Growling, pouncing and snapping at it with fury!  So off they go.

And can I just say ew.  Ew.  Apparently there was some pop spilled under the couch, by me no doubt…well wait.  Flash has a habit of tipping cans over while trying to get to my tea or coffee mug…so maybe he did it.  Yes, let’s blame the dog.

So high five to me.  Vacuumed and mopped under both sofas.

This has nothing to do with the fact we’re having company on Saturday…pinky swear.  It may have something to do with the dusting and wiping and general running around I’ve been doing. 

I’ve learned that there’s nothing to kick your ass into gear like inviting people to your home, especially when that company includes a baby…a crawling baby.  These little visitor seem to have a knack for finding every stray ball of fur in my house every. single. time.

So my little dust bunnies, my vacuum, my dusters and my pink micro-fibre cloth mock you.  Yes, I said MOCK.

And for your amusement, I’ve apparently spelt vacuum wrong for this whole post.  I hate that word.  Vacume, vacuume…all wrong.