I guess my blog just isn't very squeaky.
In fact, as I sat here staring at the blank white post page, I noticed that the vacuum cleaner was sitting beside me...so I vacuumed instead of starting a blog post.
Because everything else is just so squeaky!
The laundry...the dirty dishes...the dirty house...the food in the refrigerator that is waiting to be made into some sort of recognizable meal.
Everything.
My blog is so unsqueaky.
So...here we go.
My first blog post in months and months.
Keep it simple, right?
Okay.
Good grief!
There I go vacuuming again!
Obviously my vacuum cleaner is a whole lot squeakier than this blank page!
I am going to have to move the vacuum cleaner so that it quits calling to me.
And relearn how to use Blogger!
Things have changed since March.
I guess the squeaky in my vacuum cleaner is in the right frequency for boys to hear too.
They say that boys can make guns out of anything.
These boys can make lightsabers out of anything.
I'm hoping that the squeaky is like some sort of force that will call the boys to vacuum the carpet.
Someday.
Did you hear that?
I think I heard my blog squeak!