A few weeks ago I was talking to a friend of mine about what NOT to get women for Christmas, namely vacuum cleaners, appliances, or anything to do with "losing weight" like gym memberships or ab-rollers. Why the heck is it that 2 days before Christmas my vacuum decides to kill itself?
Now I want one. I want a nice new shiny vacuum with a pet-hair attachment. I want the Cadillac of vacuums. I want one I can depend on, one that makes my freakish anal-retentive cleaning habits happy. But darn it, the last thing I want to spend MY money on is a vacuum. I seriously would take one as a gift this year, and I might not even complain about it..... well, not that much anyway.
So, here's to Karma that stupid bitch that just bit me in the ass today. I am toasting this apple-cinnamon vanilla kahlua drink I concocted to Karma. Merry Christmas.