We used to refer to our family room as "the white room" due to the proliferation of white shelving units therein. But seeing as how the room hasn't actually been white in a very long time, in the manner of my soul, my teeth, and the parts of my eyes circling the green rings, we now simply call it the family room.
Firstly, wasn't it clever of me to tell my husband that the big vacuum "doesn't work for me"?
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Me: It just doesn't work for me. I don't know why.
Dennis: What do you mean? It works perfectly. I just used it yesterday.
Me: There's something wrong with it. I can't get it to work. I don't know what the problem is. Every time I try to vacuum I end up going over the same spot again and again and again and why don't we just get rid of this thing and get one of those units with the wand and the....
Dennis: Taking off down the hallway, hands over ears, one hand stretched pleadingly towards the closet that houses our perfectly functional vacuum cleaner.
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Secondly, and I love men, I really do, and I respect them as a species of person, and hate those awful "little husband brain" ads that put them in the same category as intellectually-challenged gerbils, but leave it to a man to vacuum a room to a state of fuzzy perfection, yet allow a violated banana to remain on the floor.
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Dennis: You said to get the Cheerios, you didn't say anything about a banana. It's fine. Just leave it there.
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Thirdly, does anybody have any clue why there are dots and a small cross pressed into the banana? I'm at a loss.
Fourthly, I think I read somewhere that ants are repelled by bananas and all manner of sugary things. Going forward into summer/satanic ant season, I think it would be prudent to place a quarter of a banana in each corner of each room in our house. Under our bed. On Dennis' pillow.
I think I'll do it today.