I learned about 2 new genres of music today - horrorcore and folktronica. I don't think I'll be listening to either. Ever.

This is what I get.

So it's been raining for, I guess, 4 days now, maybe 5. That's a pain enough as it is, but adding a dog and freshly cut grass to the mix brings a whole new level to the irritation - it looks like the floor of a barn in here between the fur, dirt and grass everywhere. I've been sweeping and swiffering and vacuuming daily just trying to keep up with the mess we keep bringing in. Last night I got sick of it and decided I wasn't going to vacuum or mop again until it stops raining (which is predicted to be sometime in the next year, I gather).

But this afternoon I was sitting around being bone idle watching it rain (shocker) and decided I really should vacuum one more time. I get my handy little Eureka Quick Up out. This is the best little vacuum EVER (call me Eureka people!). As I'm about to unwind the cord, the handle slips out of my hand and the vacuum falls backwards to the ground. When the hook that holds the cord breaks off, I'm not too upset. I've had this $30 vacuum for 2 years in which time it has probably been dropped 100 times. Annoying, but not fatal. I throw the hook away and plan to just wrap the cord around the handle, which is the perfect plan, until the handle falls off in my hand. Waaah! I should have just waited until it stopped raining.