No, not that talk. In fairness I don't know what talk you think I am referring to. That's probably why you clicked on this--to find out. So, OK, I'll tell you. But I'm going to preface my confession the same way I do with Micah; "you can't get upset and you can't look at me with the 'you-did-what?!' face."
So, my vacuum did hasn't worked properly since 1987. (READ: 2012) I was fortunate enough to get a brand new awesome one, so once I made sure it worked, I decided to get rid of the other one. I thought I was helping Micah by taking the vacuum to the curb. This actually helps him in two ways: 1. The vacuum is taken to the curve by me, so he doesn't have to (which, I am assuming he wants to to do). 2. I also took the trash can out to the curb for him. <3 (Side note: Micah says every time I think I'm going to help him, I should just stop.)
Then I talk to my mom who tells me, "You know, Kirby will refurbish them for a fee." Huh. Didn't know that--maybe I'll keep it. So, an hour later I go get the vacuum off the street. All of it. Well, except the roller is missing?! I looked up and down the street and even checked the trash can. I can't figure this out. Fast forward.... Today, Micah asked why we don't have the roller. I try to tell him that I have no idea. I act baffled. But, I don't really want to be a liar, so I tell him the story. He just closes his eyes slowly and shakes his head.
This conversation takes place while he is installing a printer on our computer. He gets the printer put together then asks for the laptop. I remind him there is no CD drive. He reminds me I should not buy things without his help. I feel like this:
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