There is a feeling that people rarely talk about. The one when you know you’ve stumbled onto something magical and life-changing. It’s an elusive feeling, one frequently spoken about only to close friends and in hushed voices. My sister told me about the feeling, but I didn’t believe her.
No, I’m not talking about multiple orgasms (hmmm, post for another day), but the deep satisfaction that can only be described as cleaning nirvana.
I’ve spent the last 9 months battling mental illness from an onslaught of what my sister refers to as “dog hair tumbleweeds”. I’ve spent hours and days trying to figure ways to outsmart the tumbleweeds, but my efforts were in vain. The tumbleweeds actually multiply at the speed of light. As much as I love Donkey, he is a hair nightmare. Who knew that a Swiffer Sweeper Vac was the cure? I took my sweeper vac all over the hardwood, the tile, under the sofa, behind the toilet and every other hard-to-reach place.
I was in heaven. You may even say I climaxed when I took the cordless sweeper vac directly into Donkey’s kennel and it cleaned up every single bit of dirt, hair, dust and half-eaten piece of dog food.
That, I tell you, is the love I’ve been looking for my entire life.