Valentine's this year falls when Mrs. Noland is out of school for Mardi Gras. I usually send her flowers at school so she gets a day worth of, "Your husband is so sweet, I wish mine would do something like that." Buying her flowers when she's home is just doing something nice without a devious ulterior motive and what's the point of that?
Well exsqueeze me. Some of us are too busy battening down the hatches in our hellish tundra to be concerned with drunken revelers tossing plastic baubles at women for showing off their plastic baubles.
Given the posts in this thread "battening down the hatches" must be New England vernacular for "going to the liquor store".
Roaches creep me out. There is something about the way they skitter and will blindly come at you for no reason at all. That being said, I really wish I was mentally able to eat insects. I read an article the other day about how farming insects, even to isolate protein from them, could yield far more than other animal farming techniques and would have far fewer ethical questions about living conditions and such. But yeah. Fuck roaches.
Whatever. I took the skinny vacuum attachment into the kitchen and did work. I don't wanna think about roaches anymore.
Looking forward to Valentine's Day this year. We're watching the new Die Hard which opens that night. Perfect timing.
I see. So you now have a live roach inside your vacuum cleaner, who will crawl back up and out of the tube at the first available opportunity.
I sucked it directly into the dust cup with the hose (Shark Navigator). The hose, when put away, forms a closed circuit. When I detach it for use, it has a very strong suction so nothing can crawl back out. I CAN see that fucker in the dust cup though. I might just go dump it outside somewhere to give me some ease of mind. Also, I think it may have been sick and dying from one of the roach traps anyway because it was moving slow-mo in the kitchen.
Roach spray is better. I keep some under the kitchen sink because it's almost instantaneous and you can hit the fuckers if they're on the ceiling or something. Or, in this case, you could spray some some into the hose of the vacuum cleaner while it's on. By the way, are you sure it forms a closed loop, or does it do what most vacuums do, and the hose actually just provides the suction for the floor cleaner?
I was sure, but now I'm not. I know that the suction from below stops when you detach it, so you are probably right about the design of it. I am always worried about using roach spray in the kitchen. Something about spraying poison in the room where I prepare food seems wrong.
So yesterday jägerette dyed her hair pink and now wants to ask a friend to hook us up with ecstasy. Can you get a 1/3 life crisis?
Workin from hoooome click at your own risk, i post what the fuck i want. is it time to drink yet? NSFW
Prediction: bewildered's vacuum cleaner is going to remain outside the house for the rest of the night.