I have a couple of issues that come up from time to time. I can get lost VERY easily. My strategy when I am lost is to turn down any road that sounds familiar to me. If I have ever at any time been on the road, my logic tells me that getting on that road will get me closer to home. I would like to thank Rochester, NY for having a road system that works with my technique. Unfortunately, Philadelphia, PA does not really work the same way.
I also have a tiny issue with vacuums. My Mom has probably had 2 or 3 vacuums and she has been married for almost 50 years. I cannot count the number of vacuums I have owned. I know there was a period of about 6 years where I got a new vacuum every single year. I have had to borrow vacuums because mine was not working. Alan has fixed each and every vacuum that I have owned many, many times before we finally break down and buy yet another vacuum. Alan feels like I am the common denominator with the vacuum problems, but things happen. For many years, I could try to blame it on one of my kids using the vacuum. (Don't judge;-)
I feel like I am unfairly judged concerning the vacuum situation in part due to a small incident that happened so very long ago and yet keeps getting brought up over and over again. One day I had just picked my vacuum up from the repair shop. (Yes, I have had my vacuums repaired by professionals several times, too.) I was driving our Suburban and needed to drop the vacuum off at home and head out again with the kids. Since I was in a hurry, I put the vacuum on our front lawn temporarily and started make a k-turn with the truck. I forgot that the vacuum was in the way and I ran the vacuum over. Oops. I got out and looked at the smashed hose on my canister model and knew this was not going to be easy to explain to Alan. Not only had he purchased me vacuum after vacuum after vacuum, but we had just paid quite a bit of money to get this one fixed.
I believe one of my children was quick to let their Dad know what had happened. (Aren't they so cute when they tattle on their mother?) Anyway, that day has been pretty hard to live down.
Yesterday my vacuum was not working, so my very patient husband fixed it for me. I was pretty excited (I always am because it is so often broken) when I could use the vacuum again since I was doing a lot of deep cleaning. I hated to even mention to Alan that when I began to use the vacuum, it wasn't picking anything up AGAIN.
Alan started to take the vacuum apart and I could just see the look in his eyes. I told him that I didn't want him saying anything to me about something being stuck in there. (Okay, through the years, there may have been some strange things stuck in the hoses.) I knew the familiar look in his eye and I just knew I had not sucked up anything odd.
Alan held up the end of the hose and "someone" had sucked up a plastic knife, still in the plastic, from a fast food restaurant. Of course, I was blamed immediately even though Alan had vacuumed the day before. Next thing I knew, the whole "car running over the vacuum" incident came up, blah, blah, blah.
By the way, if you have ever accidentally run over your vacuum, could you please leave me a comment? Alan said if I can find one person who has done it, he will let that story go.