Surefire way to anger the husband....

I recently mentioned to Eric that the sweeper wasn't picking things up as well as it should. It has always been a good little sweeper, my eight pound Oreck. I changed the bag, and that didn't really help, so Eric decided to look at it. He took it apart and admidst much grunting and help from Blake, he appeared in the kitchen, holding the culprit in his hand. "If you want the vacuum to work, maybe next time, you shouldn't try sucking up Pop-Tarts." said he. Oopsie. I guess that was a bad idea. But hey, they can pick up a 16 lb bowling ball on the commercials. What's a half eaten Pop-Tart? He spent a lot of time poking it with his finger and the paint scraper. We gave it a test run afterward, and it was much-improved.