Cordless vacuums are what finally got me cleaning again.
Electric blanket. Always thought they were over-hyped. Nope, they're the best!
Dry shampoo.
Sheepskin boots for winter.
Six-inch x10 magnifying mirror with suction cups to stick on the bathroom mirror.
A lemon zester.
Bellows for the fire.
A divorce.
Mannequin trying too hard
No need for names
Steve from Raglan writes: "An ex-soldier teaching in a rural school in New Zealand in the early 1950s showed little flair for teaching and no ability to remember student's names. Every student had the same name of 'bastard'. So in the classroom, instructions would go something like this: 'Get the wood, ya bastard', 'show us your maths, ya bastard' or 'run faster, ya bastard'."
Funeral song
Anthem is the Leonard Cohen song I would like played at my own funeral, rather than Hallelujah. Cohen died in November 2016, just before Trump was elected. Since then, the words of the chorus have sustained me through the darkest days of our recent history: "Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack, a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."
