I first realized that it could be the beginning of a not so good day when I was vacuuming the living room and that blasted machine found one of those balloons, for making critters and stuff, hidden under the recliner. It sure made for some stinky, rubber burning, aromas before I finally got that thing turned off. After Zach helped me get the rubber unwound I got back on the job and saw a long screw laying on the floor and reached down to pick it up, that's when the whole damned vacuum started coming apart. At least now I know where that screw came from. I'm not sure I put everything back together right cause the vacuum isn't sucking too good any more and after all that effort, I'm just too damned tired and aggravated to figure it out.
Zach has a ballgame tonight, I hope it doesn't rain.