The Sunday Funnies

Yesterday, my vacuum sucked. Actually, it wouldn't suck...that was the problem.

Being the slave-driving mother that I am, I decided to unclog it--so my darling little Cinderella mouse could finish her vacuuming.

Once I had found the clogging culprit (a pumice stone no less!), I attempted to show my family how I had singlehandedly fixed the vacuum. I did this by turning the vacuum on, and sucking my cheek the one on my face into the vacuum attachment.

I thought it had quite
a humorous effect.

Until the teenager said, "You're going to give yourself a hickey, Fool."

Savvy said, "What's a hickey?"

El Jefe said, "It's a bruise."

Then Savvy knowingly said, "Oh, I know what a hickey is. It's from hormones."

We all laughed.

{Needless to say, I immediately stopped the "sucking my cheek up in the vacuum" joke.}

P.S. I didn't mention how I got the pumice stone out of the vacuum hose because it ruined the flow of the story. Let's just say, it involved cutting the hose open (like you would if you were saving an infant stuck inside a boa constrictor). After I surgically removed the stone from the vacuum, I then duct-taped the hole shut. Call me MacGyver or just call me white-trash, but you can fix anything with duct-tape. I'm just sayin'.