cleaning is better with purple

We've been madly trying to get the house ready for the horde of family that will be descending on it in just over a week. (I mean that nicely. I love a horde.) It's a little bit stressful because it's family — nothing is off-limits (no, really, I think my mother will look in my closets), and the wee nephews are staying over, which means that the second bedroom, which was unofficially designated our "giant pile of crap" room, now has to be undesignated and made habitable. For a three-year-old. Who is lovely and rocky smart, but probably still doesn't know better than to eat a rusty nail off the floor, for example. Which is all to say: I should move those.

I really am looking forward to it, though. Mostly because, after they leave, I will have a clean, lovely and fully set-up house to live in. Somewhat because, in the course of our cleaning, I will be able to use my mother's housewarming gift, which she let me choose:


It's a Dyson Animal D... something. (We decided to get the animal version because that whole cat-hair-embedded-everywhere thing? We know that.) It works perfectly, and I love it. I even love the colour, which amuses me — you know: James Dyson wanted to get away from boring vacuum cleaner grey and he chose that?

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Meanwhile, we have also been watching hockey, and ... what is up with the underdogs this year? Don't they understand that they are supposed to get one or two good games in, and then let the favoured teams cruise to a hard-fought, but inevitable-in-hindsight, victory? Blackhawks/Canucks, I am looking at you. I would love it if the Habs win the Stanley Cup, but if they lose to Chicago or some other team that Crosby could have easily beaten, I am going to be seriously pissed.