Vacuums are boring

Recently I won a sizeable gift card and I get to choose where I want to spend it. I had known this was coming, and decided long ago that we need a new vacuum cleaner. You see, with all of the cat hair and litter, (and the fact that Cynical has repeatedly rolled the cord in such a twisted way that it is literally falling apart and is an electrical shock hazard) well ours has taken a beating.

Now that I will soon have my hands on said gift card, well I am having second thoughts. I am wishing for something a little sexier, like an XM radio system or maybe tins and tins of butter cookies. Due to this waffling, the following e-mail conversation ensued (juicy tidbits omitted to protect the innocent):

Ragged: Where should I get my gift card from?

Cynical: Wherever you want to get a vacuum. ; )

Ragged: Do I want XM more?

Cynical: I thought you decided against it.

Ragged: Yep, but a vacuum is boring and involves housework. But we need one.

Cynical: I forgot that we were exciting, hip and happening.

Ragged: Sometimes when I am interviewing myself*, I pretend we are.

Cynical: Do you still do that?

Ragged: No, but I miss it.

*It's a sad, but true and embarrassing fact that sometimes when left alone for too long, I interview myself. I have some surprisingly insightful answers. I know that there is at least one of you out there that does the same. Fess up.

PS: Blogger commenting sucks. I have tried numerous times to post on the new beta sites, but haven't had any luck. For those of you allowing anonymous comments, I have been using that method, including my "name " in the comment. Otherwise, I just whine and mope each time they won't let me post the comment I just dutifuly typed out. Argh!