i was on the phone with a friend the other day when sarah came downstairs and dumped a cup or two of flour on the floor by my feet. after i quickly said can i call you back in a minute and gave a sigh i walked up to the kitchen to find the remains of my 5 pound bag of white wheat.
look how conveniently the flour matches my floor
she had creatively dumped it in a gallon jug then carefully poured it down the vent in the kitchen. if i haven't mentioned it before i love my oreck. it is super hermedically sealed but the hand vac, which i had to use to clean the vent, is not. it was sucking up flour at one end and exhausting it out the other. entertaining to outside observers i am sure. all i could do was remove sarah and take pictures. the picture below reminds me to, as my mother would say, choose my battles.