One of these things does not belong.....

The thing I think is crazy.....is that I am

always whining and complaining about how much I can't 

stand all of our stinky pets....

and then they go and do something like this.

Look at that little guy.

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Look at his minuscule hanging fingers, the slim scrap of shredded

paper laying gently on his head.

....does he even notice the paper...?
It sure didn't seem so.

I would never have noticed this little guy if it weren't for our 

"un-sucking" vacuum.

It has been running ineffectual for days, 

if not weeks.

I finally couldn't go on, Ryker and I went to work disassembling 

it the other day...but there was one part that I could see was

very clogged, but that I could not figure out how to get at.

 Insert Kev into the equation.
(we were in the playroom so all the sick stuff coming out of the
vacuum would stay in a different dirty place....
and for the entertainment of the gerbils)

This has already been a long....albeit terrific day for our family.

We were in the throws of Ethan's Eagle project until almost one.

(more on that later)

So, K was not tickled that I needed his help 

A.S.A.P.

on the vacuum.
(especially after I just notified him that the fridge was leaking
yellow water out from under it and it was coming at a slow
steady pace.  more on that later)

But he pulled through for me....

literally

by pulling out loads and loads of debris...
including, but not limited to, 

many items that should NOT be found in a vacuum if you want it to 

suction properly.......

- money

- metal bullets

- yoda's head

and the grand finale....

(he asked me what my problem was when I took this picture)

- a Crayola fat tip marker.

"Ooooooooh kids.....come on in here...

we need to talk!"