In one of my usual bouts of chore avoidance, I decided to clean the vacuum. Like, "take it apart, get into the crevices with tweezers and q-tips" kind of cleaning. And now I am torn between satisfaction and pleasure that I've gotten it so clean (And just think of how clean the floors will be once I actually turn the thing on and use it! Eventually!), and disgust that it was so filthy to begin with.

Dear Santa,
Please bring me a Dyson.
Love,
G