The dyson is coming! The dyson is coming!

...and according to Keith, this is how our place is going to stay clean.

Hmmm, so on July 4, 2009...Keith and I have plans to go to the Red Sox game in the afternoon, and then to meet up with the Rienzo clan at Angus' place in Andover for his 4th of July party. We had a bit of juggling to do in order to get my buffalo chicken dip to Andover while it was still hot, and also to keep our beer cold while we are at the baseball game so that we'll still have cold beer 8 hours later. Tricky, tricky.

Our solution was two-part. We sent my delicious buffalo chicken dip to the party ahead of us, courtesy of the Rienzos. And the beer was to be put in my cooler and would travel with Keith and I for the day. The cooler is big enough for a 12 pack, and is collapsible. There is an inner liner that is made up of about 30 little icepacks. The entire cooler can be put in the freezer, or the liner can be removed and just that can be frozen.

I tend to prefer to put the whole kit-n-caboodle into the freezer, and that's exactly where it was on this particular July 4th.

I was getting ready still (hair, make-up) and Keith was gathering our supplies (tickets, hats, chairs). His next task was to put the beer into the cooler. He's in the kitchen and I'm around the corner near the bathroom. We are out of sight of each other, but can still hear each other.

He calls to me, "Where is the cooler?"

I replied, "In the freezer."

I immediately start giggling. Laughing. I know what's about to happen and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I hear the freezer door open. I hear him taking the frozen cooler out of the freezer.
Silence. He's not moving anymore, and I'm standing there laughing, just waiting.

He comes around the corner. Our eyes meet. Mine have tears in them from the laughter. His eyes betray his confusion. He finally asks...
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"Why are there pants in your freezer?"


No vacuum cleaner is ever going to solve all of the crazy cleaning or organization scenarios that will exist within a Lupaczyk-Sather household (I admit that it's because of Lupaczyk, not Sather), but since it's a dyson anything is possible. Maybe the dyson can suck the pants out of the freezer!