Holy crap am I getting old. This birthday wasn’t that bad, but man is next year going to SUCK! Proof that I’m getting old?? This year, for my birthday, my family all chipped in and bought me a vacuum cleaner… and I LOVED it. Not just some pansy vacuum cleaner, but the pimp-daddy of all Vacuums, a Dyson. When you have a lazy, 70lbs black lab lounging on your nice beige carpet all day, it gets pretty gross. Sarah and I are constantly picking the Zoe-hair off of Asher. We’ve been through 3 different “cheapy” vacuums in the last 4 years and they all sucked.
Not a Nintendo Wii, an iPhone, a new guitar, or even a gift certificate to Hooters (which is what I got for Father’s day this year… from my MOM), but a freaking vacuum cleaner. Other gifts on my birthday wish-list this year included (in no particular order):
- Home Depot gift cards for that patio arbor I’ll never build
- Money towards a real sprinkler system for the yard
- A new Driver (my Dad actually built one for my birthday and I can’t wait to slice a ball into oblivion)
- Sarah eating a double whopper with cheese AND MEAT
- Liposuction
- A Penguin
- And of course, better grammar