I have vacuumed just my room three times in the last week. I was late to work this morning (this time) because I was vacuuming instead of showering when I was supposed to.
Something about carpet with the fresh trail from the vacuum just makes me want to kick off my shoes, rip off my socks and walk in figure eights. Quirky? Maybe, but it's the simple things in life that make it worth living.
If I'm this easy to please, someone ought to snatch me right up.