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Nifty Gifty & Fixed Suck Sunday, Dec. 02, 2007 - 1:49 a.m. Saturday was quiet and cold, except we were actually kind of productive. I'd gotten tired of the vacuum cleaner just kind of addressing the dust instead of picking it up only through the cleaning tool hoses, so I investigated, and found that the brushes were nearly solid with my hair. This was remedied by a combination of various implements including the kitchen scissors, a big pair of tweezers, and a crochet hook. Fifteen minutes after I began snipping and digging, a chihuahua-sized pile of hair was removed from the brushes, and they regained their grabbing power. John took the cannister out into the back driveway and emptied it and tapped the filter until it was somewhat white in color again. When he got back up the stairs and showed me his ta-dah and replaced the cannister, he gleefully insisted on the first go-round with the new and improved vacuum. He vacuumed the rug in the living room and through the magick room and into the bedroom and down the hallway and back again -- and the brush and cannister needed to be cleaned again. So, we did. Anyway, the rug feels a lot better under our feet because there was a layer of hair there that's gone now. Ew. --- Here's a quiz over on the AOL set of websites where you get to see if you know who's among the living and who's among the dead... There are twenty-three celebs listed. Ahem. I got them all. Thank you. --- I found a really cute gift item that John said he didn't want, but that I think deserves a link: Adult Footie Pajamas. --- All rightie, that's it. Have a good Sunday. ---
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