hoover damn!

*drumroll please*

(or sushi roll…i’m kinda hungry)

friday, may 16, 2007 marked an important day:  coco’s 8 month anniversary in hollyweird.

yey!

and, of course, i celebrated by vacuuming. 

it’s okay, y’all.  coco is still the undomesticated goddess that you all know and love.  and by ‘love’, i mean, ‘put up with even though she won’t stop calling to tell you ridiculously bad pirate jokes and beg you to go to astroburger for steak tacos and people-watching.’

and those who ‘love’ coco can tell you she’s been a busy li’l girl during the past 240 days. so busy, in fact, that 239 of them were spent sans cleaning apparatus in hand.

but come on, folks…it aint easy bein’ clean when you have all this temptation abound. i kid you not…my lovely new city oft whispers in my ear, “cooooocooooo.  why do laundry when you can go commando?!  it’s l.a. for the love of brittney!”  on a quiet monday night, you can hear her coax me with, “coooooocooooo.  why watch ‘dancing with the stars’ when you can go stalk ian ziering on the strip?!”  and the li’l temptress often cajoles, “coooooocooooo.  why clean your rugs when you can go cut one?!”

so you can imagine the notion of coco busting out her vacuum on a friday eve is bemusing to say the least.

but you know what?  it felt great.

and not because i was fantasizing about mr. clean (again). 

it’s because on my 5,760th hour here in the great land of lala, i finally felt at home. 
 
forget those plaques with:

mine reads, “home is where the hoover is”.

happy monday, y’all!

~ by lollibela on May 21, 2007.