accomplishedWhile I was gone I left strict instructions that nobody was to vacuum momcat's carpet. partly because it scares the pants off of her, but partly because the whole time I was gone I was envisioning pushing the Dyson across that field of fur and watching the clean spot come up.
Oh it was satisfying. Only those with the severest forms of phaneromania can imagine how good that felt.
Phil and Roswell and I watched "The Curse of the Gold Flower" last night. Lots of intrigue, some awesome battle scenes -- there should have been more.
