Clarkie loves to vacuum. Loves it. So last night I was in his room WITH the vacuum cleaner. He had the tube attachment out and plugged it in. He was in vacuum heaven! He was putting it against everything. And then he looked at me. It was scary. His eyes twinkled. His face broke into a grin...a phrase I would like to explore in a future post-why does it "break" into a grin?
Anyway, he came towards me with the attachment....roaring. He put it against the saggy skin of my upper arm. This appealed to him and was frankly, okay with me. It didn't hurt and it appeared to bring him great joy. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more.
He next placed the intensely strong sucking attachment to my cheek. Since his large closet doors are mirrored, you could imagine the scene I was staring at...not pretty....not one bit. One half of my face was missing inside of the tube. He then managed to sneak the tube outside of my glasses and over my right eye. Let's just think "Simpson's" cartoon on that one. As I drew back, he skillfully fitted the sucking monster over my nose and managed to clean out my sinuses in the process. I don't want to change that vacuum bag anytime soon...
I managed to escape by crawling to the door while screaming "NO Clarkie, don't vacuum Moo Moo!". Naturally, this didn't deter him from his joyful duties of sucking up my skirt, blouse, and any remaining hair. I got through the door and ran downstairs, but not before he managed to throw a couple of trains and some kind of tubing over the steps as I was running down. I dodged them, however, because I'm getting really good at that kind of thing.
Clarkie-my own personal boot camp. I really love that boy. I'm heading back over tomorrow.