Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Nelson the Rug

After a rousing dinner tonight on the back porch in the dark with both my boys (gumbo, cornbread, greens, etc.), Nelson went down to change his laundry, and came back up clutching some fancy pillow of his that had sprung a leak while in the dryer, spilling white specks the size of pinheads everywhere.

He was covered with them: his (white) t-shirt, his shorts, his shoes, caught in his arm-fur and leg-fur. I told him not to inhale -- he'd have that stuff in his lungs for the rest of his life. What to do?

Aha! Vacuum!

I vacuumed my son: his shirt, his shorts, his arms, hands, legs, shoes. It was ten o'clock at night and there we were out on the porch, vacuum in full roar, me in full laugh-roar, Nelson rolling his eyes, saying, "Mom, that feels really weird."

And he was right. It did feel weird: I was vacuuming my 23-year-old son's appendages. Can't say I've ever done that before. Hope I never have to do it again.

(I sewed up the hole in the pillow.)


  1. Nasty. A bit like leaving paper tissues in trouser pockets!

  2. Hysterical...my second laugh-out-loud read this morning! Can't say I have ever vacuumed one of my kids.
    Have you read John the dogs post today T?

  3. Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha,ha! You'll probably never forget it, either....
    Ima Nitpickin

  4. Jacqueline, could you send me a link to that post? Thx.

  5. That was different, as the people where I grew up might say. :)

    Love, C.

  6. hmmmm....and how much wine had been consumed? What kind of attachment? Or were you using a dust buster? Curious minds want to know.

  7. Another one for the family memory book...I sure hope someone had the camera out.