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I Love My Husband... 2007-06-04 11:15:00 ...and I try not to tack the word "but" onto the end of that phrase, but sometimes it's awfully hard!I'm often struck by the realization of how lucky I am to be married to a man like Neil. A man who puts spending time with his family above all other concerns, helps with the kids, does all the "man jobs" without complaint or nagging, doesn't watch sports, and can make me giggle so easily with his many forms of goofiness. He's sweet, thoughtful, and loving.He is, almost, the ideal husband.Today's almost refers to the fact that he told me his boss was coming to stay with us. He told me this today. And his boss is arriving? Tomorrow.Having just gone through a string of illness and misfortune (flu, period, spider bite ravaged feet), my house is also less than ideal.And so, before I embark on a day of furious scrubbing, tidying, and laundering, I decided to vent just a wee bit. Not, as you might think, for the enjoyment of all the sympathy I might receive by doing so, but for the purpos Read more:Husband
Two by Two 2007-06-01 18:29:00 It's been awhile since I last did a Meme, and lacking inspiration today, I happily snapped up this one from my good friend Beth.Two names you go by:1. Mommy2. SweetieTwo things you are wearing right now:1. My new pair of Gap (gasp) jeans - size 12! Size 12, people! And yes, I can breathe. However, permanent abdominal damage is a possibility.2. The necklace and earring set my girls got me for Mother's Day.Two things you want in a relationship:1. The ability to babble almost incessantly and still have a friend at the end of the conversation.2. Someone I can be silly with.Two of your favorite things to do:1. Curl up in bed with an enthrallingly absorbing book.2. Cuddle with my sweetheart.Two things you want very badly at the moment:1. To lose weight. Well, girth is what I'm most concerned with, actually.2. To think of something I can make for dinner with little or no effort.Two pets you had/have:1. Neil and I find two little girls enough work without adding pets to the mix. But I grew
Another Wee Touch of Egomania 2007-05-31 12:01:00 Not only is Emma brimming with self-confidence, but she's doing her darnedest to instill some in her mother. My days are slowly filling with comments of..."Nice job, Mom!""Thank you Mommy!""You did it!""It's okay. You clean it later.""Aww...owie head Mommy? I kiss it better. There. You all better!""Hooray! Hooray!"And the penultimate...the spontaneous expression of, "I love you Mommy!" With accompanying fiercely sincere hug.I was pondering this a little this morning, and had one of those sudden lightning strikes of inspiration that left me sizzling a little afterwards.I have no good reason to feel blue. Oh, I've got lots of reasons, of course, just not any good ones. It's a matter of perspective, of what I'm focusing my thoughts and ponderings on.Emma's just about three years old now, and for some silly reason, I don't give her opinion a lot of credit. And yet, she's one of the most perceptive, honest gals I know. She always notices when I'm tired or sad, and tries to give com
Is Arrogance Hereditary? 2007-05-30 10:05:00 Me: I love you Emma!Emma: I love you Mommy!Me: I love you bigger!Emma: I love you bigger Mommy!Me: You're wonderful!Emma: I'm wonderful!
Show Me the Money! 2007-05-28 11:06:00 I've decided to pay myself to lose weight. This is either the dumbest or the most brilliant idea I've had yet.I've booked my tickets for my July trip to Utah, and the prospect of coping with the heat of a Utah summer at my present weight is rather frightening. Not only have I got a great deal of fat for insulation, but the mental picture of me in shorts? Not pretty, people, not pretty.So I'm going to pay myself $20.00 a pound until I hop on that plane on July 23rd. And the amount of money I can spend on myself during that trip will be limited to what I earn. Ouch! Shopping by myself...no hubby, no kids...and no money? Not going to happen! I'm going to earn me some spending money people!Starting right now. I'm off to drink a gallon or two of water and clean my house with aerobic fervour. Can't wait to watch my new piggy bank in my side bar fill up! Read more:Money
Who Am I?! 2007-05-26 11:01:00 I'm feeling kind of shallow today. Thinking more about what colour I should paint my toenails than about what I should do to make this a happy home for my kids, blah blah blah.Toe nail colour matters too, right?Having had three bowls of Corn Pops for breakfast this morning, I've recommitted, again, to losing weight. I really don't enjoy looking at pictures of myself and realizing that at the oh so mature age of 28 (ha), I've yet to lose my "baby fat".And the hair? Haven't had it cut since...mmm...December. Unless you count the hack job I did on my bangs a few months ago. I think I'm about due.What do you think? Bangs or no bangs? Should I keep the long layered look and keep growing it out? Or should I hack it all off and start from scratch? Seriously. I'm clueless about hair.Yes, and about a lot of other things too. But it's not nice to come right out and say so, you know.Any men reading this who haven't been put off by the hair talk, you might want to wander off now. Right.
We Interrupt this Blog... 2007-05-25 00:17:00 ...for a brief announcement.I am loved!I don't know when it snuck up on me, but it's true. I actually have...gasp...friends. I'm starting to believe they like me for me, and not for the fact that I make awesome cookies.I went to a playgroup today that I hadn't attended in over a month. And an acquaintance on the verge of becoming a friend ran up to me and gave me a big hug! And squeezed my hands after, and told me, with apparent sincerity, how much she'd missed me.I got an e-mail from an old friend I reconnected with on facebook today. The subject line was; "I love your e-mails!" I hadn't heard from her in ages and thought I was getting the brush off. But she wrote me this huge long e-mail that makes it really hard to think she's "just being nice."I've been getting good mail from great people, and that makes me feel loved.I went square dancing with my husband tonight, and he kissed my hand several times in a sweet tender way, and I felt sooooo loved.It's not like anythi
Suck it Up! 2007-05-23 16:51:00 Neil relented! In that typical way of his, that says he's letting me have my way for the sake of letting me have my way, NOT because I actually persuaded him or anything. Heaven forbid!I am definitely sold on the idea of a Dyson, but Neil balked at that. He said we can get one when we replace the cheap twenty year old carpets in this place with something new. So we're going with the Bissell Momentum, because it's on sale at Sears, and after 53 reviews at Amazon.com it still has a five star rating.Granted, I'd be much more excited if something spiffier were headed my way from Sears' order department, but at this point, I just want to get the bits of various snackfoods out of my carpet.We have a carpeted dining room. And we have two tots. Beyond cruel, I know.Did you know that grated cheddar cheese gets quite sharp when it shrivels up?
To Sleep Perchance to Dream... 2007-05-22 13:27:00 ...and perchance to forget that Emma ripped open a freezer gel pack with her teeth, dying portions of my lovely new bedspread bright blue.Fear not, she is alive and unscathed. Though perhaps emotionally traumatized by the sight of her mother lovingly fingering the marred quilty softness of her most recent home decor love affair, tears springing to her eyes, fists clenching and unclenching in a spasmodic fashion.The dryer is currently humming away, and I live in hope, likely vain hope, that my quick tossing of the quilt in the washing machine may have saved some small portion of its beauty.And as soon as that lovely little dinging sound resounds, I'm going to bundle myself up in my warm stained blanket, and sleep for as long as Emma and Becca will let me.And I'll try not to cry as swirly blue patterns swim before my sleep deprived eyes. It's only cotton, Kim. It's only cotton.~Update~ I'm no longer seeing red because I don't see any blue. Whoohoo! Read more:Sleep
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I Want to Suck! 2007-05-21 11:05:00 No, I'm not feeling crummy about myself again. No, I'm not going gothic on you. I've got a different sort of problem.It manifests itself in weird choking type sounds, hairballs, and bits of debris everywhere.No, it's not a cat. But I may as well have a cat for how thoroughly gross my carpets are right now.Yup. My vacuum cleaner is dying a slow, tortured death. We've tried to revive it with a new bag, even performed major surgery, but sometimes, it's just someone's time, you know?I would pause now for a moment of respectful silence were it not for the fact that, I hated that vacuum. I am now trying to restrain myself from dancing around the house rejoicing. "Ding Dong, the Vacuum's dead!"I don't want Neil to suspect sabotage, after all. I've been pleading for a new vacuum for years now, and he knows my deviousness. Oh yes, he knows it too well.I may have hastened the vacuum's demise a wee bit. I won't go into gory details, but letting Emma roam the house with vario
And It Was This Big! 2007-05-18 10:59:00 So if you read my pathetic whining post last night, you'll see that I went on a major fishing expedition. I hunted me down some love, affection, prayers, and some sweet pats on the head as well.The next time Neil expresses confusion or bogglement over my dedication to the blogging side of my life, I'm going to pull up last night's post and corresponding comments for him to peruse.Because then, he might get it.Whenever I'm coming out of one of these funks, I get really exasperated with myself. It's such a predictable, familiar pattern, and yet I never seem to learn.Kim gets sad -> Kim withdraws from world -> Kim gets sadder because she feels like nobody loves her (poor Kim!) -> Kim comes out of funk -> Kim realizes that she hasn't answered e-mails or phone calls for ages -> Kim has an Ah-Ha! momment -> Kim feels silly because "You Get What You Give" and "You Reap What You Sow"And she's not a complete moron, so she really ought to know that.Kim gives a wry smile, resolves to learn
Whinge Whinge, Whine Whine 2007-05-17 21:20:00 Alas, my happy-go-lucky streak came to a screaming halt today.Literally. There was screaming.Combining tapioca pudding, potting soil, and a headache of monumental proportions makes for a very cranky Kim.Add to that not a single e-mail or phone call all day, and paranoid delusions start to set it. Maybe, just maybe, I'm not as awesome as I was starting to hope I was.I'm torn between wanting to cry and wanting to laugh at what a silly schmuck I am. This is a huge improvement. Even just a few months ago, laughing wouldn't have seemed a viable option. I think I'm going to go find some chocolate now.
The Notebook 2007-05-17 11:27:00 Now before you start getting teary, no, I'm not writing about that Notebook
. As pretty as it is, the notebook pictured below is being used for much more prosaic purposes. Yes, this simple spiral bound notebook is the key to my recent foray into the realm of domestic divaness. For the past several weeks I've been experimenting with different ways of getting my life organized. I've tried day planners, a huge calendar on the fridge covered in scribbled notes to myself, post-it notes all over the house (that one really flopped), word documents on my desk top, even asking Neil to nag me on a variety of topics.And then, a few days ago, a bought a small notebook on a whim. And I started carrying it around with me, jotting things down as they occured to me. Suddenly, the hallelujah chorus begain resounding in my head as I turned to a new page. I wrote "To Do Today" on it. I'm not usually in favour of To Do lists. I think they're more discouraging than encouraging, and I usually prefer to
The Many Faces of Kim 2007-05-16 18:59:00 I had fun with my new camera today.I'm a bit behind on...well, just about everything blog related. I've got about forty or so blogs to read and comment on. Unanswered e-mails up the ying-yang (I have no idea what that expression means by the way, I just like the sound of it), and absolutly no desire to tackle any of it.I adore reading blogs. Really I do. But I've been having fun the past day or two and I don't want to stop. My house is getting clean, and even staying clean for more than five minutes at a time. I've got good mail going out, and good mail coming in (Thanks Annie, Carronin, and Lucy!). I'm feeling happy, productive, and loved.For a gal like me who struggles with serious self-esteem issues and frequent bouts of depression, this is a pretty big deal.And it's not hormones that have me on the upswing. Nope. It's something new. A simple yet forcefully positive change that I've made in my life.And because I'm in a playful mood and feel like torturing you all
Grateful for Miracles 2007-05-15 10:31:00 This morning Emma and Becca were playing contentedly in the living room, when suddenly I had to shout out, "No dancing on your sister!" For some reason, this struck me as odd. I started pondering about the multitude of gentle, and not so gentle scoldings I've had to give Emma since Becca was born.No smothering Becca!Attempted murder is punishable by time out!Get off your sister's head!No drop kicking your sister!Drowning Becca is not acceptable!Becca is not a toy!Unlike the houseplants, your sister does not require frequent watering!I don't think Becca likes being dragged through the house by one foot. (Actually, she loves it until the carpet burn sets in, and giggles like mad...to a point)When Becca was born, it was a near thing. She had the cord wrapped around her neck three times, and she had shoulder dystolia. If it hadn't been for quick thinking doctors, she wouldn't have made it. I called her my miracle baby.And some days I think her continued survival is pretty miraculous a
I Got Spoiled 2007-05-13 21:45:00 So neener, neener, neener.I was going to be super diplomatic, sensitive, thoughtful...all that good stuff. I was going to keep to myself what a fabulous Mother's Day I had, just so I wouldn't make anyone feel bad.Turns out I'm not as noble as I thought I was.My husband. Is. The. Best.When Emma woke up at 5:30am this morning, Neil sent me downstairs to the guestroom. And let me sleep in till 8:00am. I haven't slept that late in months! I was woken up by Emma crawling into bed with me and patting my head saying, "Mommy! Waaaake Uuuup! Eggs! Eggs!" I laughed. And Emma lead me upstairs where Neil had a hot breakfast waiting. He got the girls ready for church while I got to take my time getting myself ready. Just myself!And, since this is our first Mother's Day with an income Neil went a wee bit overboard with the presents.Just a wee bit.Two potted plants for the kitchen (which I may or may not kill), five rose bushes for the yard, two new cake pans, a beautiful silver necklace and ear Read more:Spoiled
Kimberly Needs... 2007-05-11 23:30:00 ...to stop ripping post ideas off of other gals blogs. I just had to try this out though, and it had me giggling (with a slightly hysterical edge), so I thought I'd share. The idea is that you google the phrase "[your name] needs", and then share the results. I sure came up with some interesting ones, mostly because someone with the name Kim, a female rapper, was sent to prison, and a few people had some nasty things to say about her. Bad karma for the other Kims in the world?Kimberly
needs to eat something and shut her ugly mouth- They wouldn't say that if they knew what I had for lunch. ~wipes away chocolate stains~Kimberly needs a woman in her life - I am the woman in my life.Kimberly needs to take note, because her first single sure sounds generic - I'm a slave to my music, what can I say?Kimberly needs expert care and stimulation - Poor Neil would agree with this.Kim Needs
to Take Off the Gloves - I already have. Finished the dishes hours ago. Umm...well, a certain percentage o
Here Kitty, Kitty! 2007-05-11 12:08:00 So Emma's imagination is in full swing now, and it's a constant source of delight to us. Not only is she playing with her toys and making up stories and scenarios, but she's also pretending to be different animals. Dogs and cats for the most part. She gallumphs around the house on her hands and knees, bringing us various toys in her mouth for us to toss so she can "fetch".Last night she was in kitty mode. I can't begin to describe how adorable her meowing is. She snuggles her head up against us, meowing pitifully for attention. She meowed her way into her bedroom last night for bedtime prayers. We knelt down as a family as we do every night, and Emma said the prayer.In cat.Neil and I had the hardest time not laughing our heads off. There's no doubt that Emma heard our muffled giggles though, because she laid the meowing on pretty thickly after that.Our little kitty, preparing to pounce. Read more:Kitty
About Neil 2007-05-10 11:13:00 I don't blog about Neil half as much as I blog about the girls, and it's about time you knew why. No, it's not some horribly hideous secret. We aren't having marital problems, he isn't a tyrant who's forbidden me to blog about him, and he hasn't developed a disfiguring medical condition that prevents me from posting pictures of him. Although the following picture makes that look to be a possibility. Love the facial expression in this one! What a goof!It's actually to do with the fact that Neil doesn't read my blog. He's super supportive in every way, even to the point of driving me down to Seattle to meet up with a bunch of gals he hardly knew anything about. I feel a bit funny writing about him when I know he'll never read it. Like it'd be sneaky of me, or something. Not a rational reason, but I don't pretend to be rational (too much work). I finally got up the courage to ask him why he doesn't read my blog. It took courage, because Neil is unfailingly honest.He told
Mess Machine 2007-05-09 11:42:00 I found this old picture today when I was organizing photos. Well, that's not entirely true. I wasn't so much "organizing" as I was frantically scrolling through them hoping to find something that might inspire a post.It gave me a giggle, remembering the day I walked into the bedroom to find Emma, with the contents of the diaper bag strewn all over the bed, eating rice cereal flakes by the handful. I remember reacting with a laugh, and a quick dash for the camera.Amused tops angry every time.And there's been a lot to be amused/angry about lately. There was the previously mentioned strawberries smushed into the beige living room carpet incident. Milk poured on the kitchen floor. Strawberry syrup on the little table and chair set, and all in Emma's hair as well. The baby shampoo on the bathroom floor. The saline solution squirted all over the bathroom mirror. The dozens of water bottles spilled on the kitchen floor. The banana chunks thrown at the patio door. All this with Read more:Machine
Mother's Day Giveaway 2007-05-09 11:00:00 Alright gals, click on over to everydaymommy.net! In a spirit of true sweetness and generousity, a brand spankin' new blog design will be awarded to a winner selected at random.I'm not the contest winning type (I think I'm missing a vital chromosome or something of that sort), but I can dream, can't I?
The Fridge Mooed 2007-05-08 13:20:00 Hello. My name is Kimberly. And I'm an overeater.In all seriousness, I've considered joining the local chapter of Overeaters Anonymous, but I don't like the "Anonymous" bit. As my regular readers know, I have no trouble sharing...well, just about everything, really. Why go to covert meetings under cover of darkness, when I can just blog about it?My specific problem is that I'm a binge eater. And we're not just talking about the It's my time of month and I'll eat seven chocolate bars in one sitting if I want to - you got a problem with that?! Well? Do ya?? sort of problem. Nope, it's a wee bit more complicated than that.I've slowly gotten to the point where I'm willing to talk about it. First I admitted it to Neil, my mom, and some close gal pals. The more I shed light on this problem, the more it starts to dissipate. Awareness seems to be the only cure, because I sure can't talk myself out of it alone and in hiding. We're talking serious denial here. Barely looking at the Read more:Fridge
Books I've Read in 2007 2007-05-02 12:49:00 A Wind in the Door, Madeline L'EngleA Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'EngleAcorna's Children, Second Wave, McCaffrey&ScarboroughAnne of Green Gables (entire series), L.M. MontgomeryChangelings, McCaffrey&ScarboroughDeception Point, Dan BrownDragon's Kin, Anne and Todd McCaffreyDragonsblood, Anne and Todd McCaffreyEldest, Christopher PaoliniEnder's Game, Orson Scott CardEragon, Christopher PaoliniGood Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil GaimanLittle Women, Lousia May AlcottMaelstrom, McCaffrey&ScarboroughNew Spring, Robert JordanPride and Prejudice, Jane AustenThe Last Light of the Sun, Guy Gavriel KayThe Promise, Richard Paul EvansThe Science of Discworld, Terry PratchettThe Time Traveler's Wife, Audrey NiffeneggerThe Younger Gods, David&Leigh EddingsWintersmith, Terry PratchettYsabel, Guy Gavriel Kay Read more:Books
Canadian Chicks 2007-05-01 16:51:00 http://kymburleev.blogspot.comhttp://what-defines-me.blogspot.com/http://www.daringyoungmom.com/http://crazybloggincanuck.blogspot.com/index.htmlhttp://orgjunkie.blogspot.com/index.htmlhttp://speilramble.blogspot.com/http://urbanmoms.typepad.com/fabulous/ Read more:Canadian
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Bloggy Goodness 2007-05-01 12:24:00 Blogging Babes I've Brushed Elbows WithNCS is Too Cool for MeMillie the Minion SlayerKathryn the DaringKate, my Special "K"JennyEveDelightful DeDeeCarrot Jello is the CutestCarroninBellaAn EXTRAordinary MomAdorable AnnieBlogging Babes I Know and LoveAmbulatory AmberThe Awesome AubreyAngie is DysFUNctional!Beautiful BethCatherine the CreativeChris is a Cutie PieDeanne Can!Krazy KathleenLady Elastic - Flatulent and Flexible!Laura, My Fellow Organizing AddictLively LaineLovely, Lovely LaraNifty NicolePhaedra is Phunny!That Jewel among Julie's; Julie Q.The Illustriously Imaginative InklingThe Inspiration that is GraceThea the Drama MamaBrilliant BrilligWish That Chick Over There Were Over HereThe Amazing Shrinking MomSpeilmom's RamblingsOur Lot in LifeMuskadillo * DreamingLife as a Military WifeI Blog About NothingHalf of MeGoing BarefootFabulous! A Hip Canadian Mom Blog3 Mo's and 1 NoMo Read more:Goodness
The Boss Man 2007-06-06 11:53:00 Okay, so when I confided to you my stress over preparing our home for the arrival of The Boss Man/Our Landlord, there was a crucial piece of information I left out.He. Is. Awesome.He always compliments my cooking, clears his own dishes, makes his bed, and generally tidies up after himself. He plays with the kids, and even reads them stories. The girls love him, and freely give him hugs and kisses. He's like an old family friend, or a cool uncle, not the imposing authority figure type.I didn't mention it before because I figured if I did, I wouldn't get any sympathy.Yes. I am that needy, apparently.Anyway, he totally topped himself this visit. Him and Neil were finishing up their dinners while I was getting the girls ready for bed. We were giggling around on the floor as I tried to manouever them into their pajamas.Morgan suddenly said, "You sure can tell their Mommy stays home with them every day."Neil, somewhat distractedly involved with his third piece of lasagna responded with a
Good Intentions 2007-06-05 11:30:00 I have an intense dislike for the expression "The Road to Hell is Paved with Good Intentions." It draws attention away from the fact that the Road to Heaven is likewise paved.I feel that we should glory in our good intentions. Our desire to be better, our yearning and striving to improve, is essential to progressing. And failure is also essential. Not only do we learn what to do differently, but we learn what's important to us.As a mother, I have ample opportunities to make mistakes. Mistakes that don't just affect me, but also the two precious little girls that have been entrusted to my care.And I care when I make mistakes. It hurts when I realize that my selfishness, laziness, our thoughtlessness, has hurt my girls.I'm happy that it hurts. I'm happy that I care that much. Good intentions aren't enough, no. They don't make me Super-Mom. But what I've come to realize is that good intentions matter a whole heck of a lot. They mean that I have the potential to be Super-Mom.And tha
You Can't Make Me! 2007-06-09 12:50:00 3+6As I pulled out the keyboard tray, Becca came over and gave the keyboard a quick couple of pokes. After she finished, I turned to her and said, "The answer is nine." Apparently my fear that my limited math skills will render me useless to my children was unfounded!Ironically, I was sitting down to post about Becca.While generally an easy going, content little girl, Becca has her moments as well. She has a stubborn streak that constantly amazes me. And yesterday was the most startling, and amusing display of it.Neil took the afternoon off work yesterday so we could drive into "The City" (two hours from here), and stock up on new lights for the house and summer clothes for the girls. We left Emma with a friend, since she doesn't sleep in the car. At all. We took Becca with us, sure that she'd sleep on the ride home.I really need to embrace uncertainty, because being sure invariably backfires. Two and a half hours past her bedtime, Becca was still quite happily awake. The measures sh
It's Not Her Party 2007-06-08 13:05:00 Before tears of pity well up in your eyes, let it be said that she is faking. Yep. That's right. Our little princess has grown up into a full fledged Drama Queen. Recently I saw a cute, hand painted wooden sign for sale at a local gift shop, and I had to snap it up. It boldly declared, "A Little Bit of Drama Never Hurt Anyone".I could go on for quite a bit about what an obvious falsehood that is, but really, I'm just taking a moment to record my amusement and annoyance at Emma's most recent phase. Yes, I'm calling it a phase. For the sake of my sanity, please, please, please don't even hint that it may be anything other than that.Yesterday, in a brilliant display of sisterly compassion, Emma wrapped her arms fiercely around Becca, declaring in a loud voice dripping with melodrama, "Oh Gecca! It's alright! Hugs? Alllll better!" And other similar expressions of concern in an exaggeratedly sympathetic tone.All the while, slowly suffocating her sister, as the fierce hug happened to Read more:Party
The Vacuum Cleaner Cometh! 2007-06-07 14:17:00 Okay, I absolutely have to post today, if only to get the Boss Man's headshot off the screen (see yesterday's post). Because while it was fun to show off what a nice guy he is, the floating head was starting to freak me out a bit.My new vacuum arrives tonight! Admittedly, Neil did fix the old one. And so I don't technically need a new vacuum. Alas, I "forgot" to cancel it, and it arrived at Sears for me yesterday, and, as Neil put it, "You won't be happy till you have it so I'll grumble grumble pick it up, I guess."So I vacuumed the whole house this morning. And when my Bissell arrives I'm going to vacuum it again, then pull out the cannister and, depending on my mood, either wave it triumphantly in Neil's face, or dump it on his head.Considering his snarky attitude this morning, the latter option is, indeed, a possibility.~~Update!~~I vacuumed the entire upstairs tonight after Neil came home from work. Here's a view or two of the yuckiness that's been embedded in our carpets. Read more:Vacuum
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