One Day at Band Camp...

Okay, now that I have your attention...LOL...have a cute, funny story to share with you. One day last week I was in the kitchen when Bob came home from work. He came in asking me if I was finished with the vacuum cleaner and carpet steamer. I didn't even think he would have noticed that I'd been slaving over a hot vacuum cleaner all day. BUT...I had already put the vacuum cleaner away (and hadn't even used the carpet steamer). My perplexed looked conveyed what was in my mind ("What the h*ll are you talking about?") Laughing, Bob led me to the big hall closet where we keep the aforementioned items (no, silly...that would be the vacuum cleaner, not my mind). Hemi, our big fat bowl-of-jello black cat, had pushed the vacuum cleaner out of the closet. When I put the vacuum cleaner away earlier, Hemi had run into the closet, so I didn't close the door. I guess Hemi must have thought, "this closet isn't big enought for the two of us!" as he kicked the vacuum cleaner out.
He apparently burned a few too many calories getting that darned vacuum cleaner kicked outta town that he couldn't muster enough energy to finish off the carpet steamer.