Clint has totally been holding out on me.  For like years.  He has had this amazing thing hidden from me (in plain site I might add) and never once shared with me the glorious goodness that is his shop*vac.

I was in a cleaning frenzy today.  If it stood still, I cleaned it.  Even the fireplace, people.  I did the whole scoop out, dump in a bag, scoop, dump etc that you do when you are cleaning out a fire place.  It didn’t look too bad.

And there in the corner of the room, stood his shop*vac. What the hell? I thought.  It can’t hurt.

Oh for the love of sucking goodness everywhere, this thing rocked my world, people.  I have never had a cleaner fireplace in my life. 

I raced around to all of the baseboards in my house with the amazing shop*vac. I listened to the sound of it sucking up the tiny little particles that have made my baseboards their home for years.  I laughed.  I cried.  I think I had an orgasm it made me so happy.

Oh, who I am kidding?  It was a complete When Harry Met Sally coffee shop moment complete with screaming, writhing, whipping my hair around in excited bliss and even some slamming of my hands onto the walls. 

I heart Clint’s shop*vac.

I’m just saying….

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