Yesterday I had to tell my husband to stop vacuuming.
I know! How unbelievable is that?
Here's the thing. Over the weekend we went to Media Markt (one of GLH's favorite stores, second only to Conrad). Why? Well, "Gadget Boy" needed some electronics. What did he need? Couldn't tell you. You think I have any say in what electronics the man buys?
Except for Guitar Hero II. I've put my foot down on that one. He already spends too much time in front of a computer. An addictive and extremely loud video game in order to blast heavy metal music is not entering this home! But I digress...
Anyway, while he was hunting up what he needed, I meandered around the store and happened upon some cordless stick vacuums. It occurred to me that cleaning up after the cats, specifically their litter area, would be much easier if I had a small and easy cordless vacuum instead of having to drag out the much heavier one.
So when GLH had picked out his electronics, I pointed at this one.
Of course, the new vacuum is a gadget just like any other gadget. So perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised last night when he started vacuuming. After 11 at night. Directly beneath the bedroom of our upstairs neighbor's 3 year old daughter.
Which is why I had to go and demand my husband stop vacuuming.