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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