you just never know

Today was mostly a typical Monday - up at the asscrack of dawn, tidy up mess from the night before, take child to school, head to work, handle phones most of the day at work and then take care of the bookkeeping crap. All I wanted to do when I left the store was make a couple of quick stops and get home so I could cram in my workout before dinner and have time after dinner to finish up my living room curtains.

Over the weekend our vacuum finally broke truce and started smoking. It's been toying with us for a few weeks now, sort of half working and half not, despite our best efforts at replacing bags and belts and pulling out all the wound up hair (having long hair is a major detriment to vacuumers, in case you didn't know). Seems there are two belts in the vacuum - the normal one that breaks when you run over legos and shit like that, and a second one that is supposed to last forever, but can apparently also break if abused just enough. We're good at hoover abuse around here.

That sounds really bad, doesn't it?

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