Confession

Hello. My name is Bri, and I am a hoover-aholic.


I vacuum every day.


Sometimes, I vacuum twice a day.


Our house is comprised of 3 main rooms.


It takes me on average 30-40 minutes.


One thing I hate almost as much as walking on wet grass, is stepping barefooted on gross stuff like crumbs and dead bugs while walking on the tiled floor of the cottage.


When I get the urge to vacuum, there's no stopping me.


Most of the time, it really annoys Will.


I love the reacher attachment.


Its almost like an extension of my arm.


I suck up everything in my path; bugs (dead or alive), hair, dirt, crumbs.


Will often drops things on the floor near the trashcan, like beans (coffee and legumes), tomato peel, onions, any part of a vegetable that he might at that time be dissecting.


Most of the time, he steps in the aforementioned waste and smashes it into the tile or the rug in front of the sink.


He never "sees" it.


Yeah, right.


I usually gag, point and make a snide remark about dropping crap all over the floor and leaving it.


He huffs.


I vacuum it up.